KALE'S POV“Gregory’s,” I said.He would never suck my cock. Not once. It was beneath him.All he ever did was jerk me off like a toy or wreck me until I couldn’t remember my name. But now… something shifted.A dark, knowing smirk curled his lips as he sank lower. Then, in one swift motion, he gripped the waistband of my boxers and yanked them down. My breath caught, and my hands shot forward to stop him but he caught both wrists and pinned them beside me on the couch.He held me there, stretched open, and exposed.My cock stood hard, flushed red and leaking, the thick head pointed right at his face.Precum beaded at the tip like it was begging for his tongue.He stared at it like I was prey that had finally stopped running.Then, slowly, he licked his bottom lip… and lowered his head.My heart pounded violently against my ribcage, echoing in my ears like a warning bell. The heat of his breath ghosted over my cock, and the moment his lips brushed the tip, everything inside me seized.
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