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Immediately, I felt empty… of only I could have him inside of me forever. ******** The next morning the sun was just coming up when I felt a heavy hand cover my mouth. I opened my eyes. Mike was in my small bed, his big body taking up almost all the space. Mike’s eyes were dark with hunger. His cock was already rock hard and pressing against my ass

I stutter and hide the magazine behind my back. “Relax Kaylee, you're allow to look…you're an adult right?“ He asks and tilts his head to the side, still wearing that predatory smile- I know I should feels scared but for some reason, I just know that I need this. “Kaylee?“ He asks and I nod, “yes…I'm an adult” I say, licking my suddenly dry lips. “Great then, would you like to read the magazine out to me, hmmm?“ Michael asks and I blush deep red.

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“But I will, the real you of course.” Michael exhaled shakily, his pulse jumping beneath my fingers. His reaction made something stir deep in my chest—something I hadn’t felt in years. Excitement. Thrill. Michael wasn’t like the others. The others broke too easily. They screamed too quickly, melted too fast, crumbled beneath my touch without effort. But Michael— Michael fought. Michael refused. And I wanted him because of it. He didn’t respond right away, and for a moment, I thought he might. But then—

And then Michael changed his angle, grazing my prostate with each penetration until I couldn't take it anymore. "Come for me, Magnus," he whispered hoarsely, eyes flashing, mesmerizing me. And I obeyed, came in a never-ending flood that poured between our bodies. His muscles twitched, vibrated, and stimulated until Michael with a scream sank deep inside of me and exploded there. "Damn it, Michael," I gasped. "If anyone has the right to pride, it's you." XXX