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The position left him completely exposed—legs spread, back arched, his slender cock hanging soft but twitching between his legs. Jax stepped in close behind him, his massive body radiating heat. One big hand gripped Alex’s hip hard enough to bruise while the other guided his thick cock back to the abused entrance. “Look at this hole,” he murmured, almost reverently, spreading one cheek to admire the redness. “Gaping for me already. Swollen and hungry.”