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This sexual shit is slow moving, even for me.

We both passed out around four am though. It took a long time before anyone passed out. They sure liked to party hard.

Zane had taken my stuff out of the room I was staying in and brought it into his. He said it would be easier that way since they might need the room for people to pass out or fuck in.

It felt nice to be in here. Waking up in his arms is something that I could quickly become addicted to.

I get up and head to the washroom before climbing back in bed.

I want coffee, but I also want a few more minutes to admire my man.

I have no doubts that he is my man.

He only has his boxers on, and he’s laying on his back with an arm thrown over his face. His other arm is on his stomach. He’s gorgeous, there is no doubt about that. I would love to spend hours tracing those muscles with my tongue.

“Are you going to just stare or join me in here?” he asks, his voice thick with sleep.

“I was admiring the view,” I tell him while stepping closer to the bed.

When I kneel on the bed, it doesn’t seem to be good enough for him as he sits up and grabs my hips to straddle him.

“Good morning,” he rasps as his hands move up and down my body.

I feel myself getting wet as I adjust my position and feel his hard length underneath me.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

I do it again, and he grabs my hips to stop me but that won’t be enough to keep me from doing it again.

I move in to kiss him, which seems to distract him enough as I slide my tongue into his mouth. I move my hips again, loving the feel of him and wishing our clothes weren’t in the way.

His hands move from my hips to slide into the back of my shorts as he helps me move along his length.

“Fuck, the things I want to do to you,” he rasps when he pulls away.

“So do them,” I growl out with impatience.

He looks at me with a smirk. “Is someone feeling needy?”

“I don’t care if we have only known each other for a couple weeks. I don’t want to wait anymore,” I tell him.

“There’s no coming back after this. Once I have you, you’re mine. I won’t let you go,” he tells me, and his eyes darken with desire and possessiveness.

I move to whisper in his ear. “I thought I was already yours.”

That’s all it seems to take for him to snap because the next thing I know, I am on my back with Zane hovering over me as he kisses me hungrily.

He pulls back and slides my shirt up and off. Then he stares down at me. That’s when I realise it’s the first time he gets to see my piercings. Right now, I have a chain connecting both of them since I had hoped to show him last night.

“Fuck, that’s so fucking hot,” he growls out before leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth and playing with the barbell.

I love nipple play. There have been some guys who just didn’t now how to do it, but the occasional ones who would play for a bit before moving onto the main event.

When I look down at Zane, he looks like he could spend hours there and never get bored as he switches between the two.

I gasp and moan while thrusting my hips up to feel his cock.

When he’s on the verge of driving me crazy, he lifts his head up. “I don’t know how you expect me to ever get anything done again. I could do this all day.”

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