DANTE P.O.VI woke to the sensation of Tyler's mouth wrapped around my cock, his head bobbing slowly between my legs, his tongue working magic that had me hard and throbbing within seconds."Fuck," I groaned, my hand moving to his hair. "Good morning to you too."He pulled off just long enough to speak, his lips wet and swollen. "Wanted to wake you properly, sir. Wanted to show you how grateful I am that you won me.""Get up here," I commanded, pulling him up my body until we were face to face. "I want to taste myself on your tongue."I kissed him deeply, my tongue exploring his mouth, tasting the salt and musk of my precome. My hands roamed over his body, feeling the marks from yesterday, the faint bruises on his hips from where I'd gripped him, the slight tenderness in his hole when my fingers probed there."Sore?" I asked."A little," he admitted. "But I like it. Like feeling you even when you're not inside me.""Good. Because today's going to make you even sorer." I rolled him ont
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