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“Fucking right I do.”

Sutter’s mouth returns, but this time it’s his magic tongue, flicking over my hole as his hand strokes my dick, hanging between my legs. His knuckles graze my thighs, reminding me of the exposed position I’m in. He cups my balls, squeezing and tugging, and returns to my saliva-slicked cock to tease itsome more. Then he sucks over my hole, catching some of the sensitive skin on my ass. I cry out.

“Please say I can cum, Sutter. I can’t … can’t hold back?—”

“Cum, kitten. I wanna see you cum all over yourself.”

“Fuck.”

I rock back and forth. My brain can’t decide which sensation to focus on—Sutter’s tongue in my ass or his slicked-up hand on my cock—so they all melt together, overwhelming me. I fall over the edge and it’s a beautiful drop. Cum shoots against the back of my legs while I leave the planet for a few long seconds. Blinding pleasure races through me.

My legs fall open—Sutter must have released his weird boat knots or whatever—and then I’m on my back with him between my legs as he licks up some of the cum that’s made its way down my shaft. A quick tug releases my wrists, too, and I do what I’ve been dying to do, bury my hands in his hair. He inhales the smell of sex from my crotch. It’s when he does things like that, they make me wonder if he really is an animal in human form.

“Look at you, completely wrecked,” he says. “As you should be.”

Yeah, he made me this way, so destroyed I can’t speak. He climbs up my body, driving his tongue into my mouth. The salty taste of me coats my tongue, and his hard, forgotten length brushes against my torso.

He gently slaps my cheek. “Feel that? You’ll be taking care of it with your mouth, Alderchuck. You still have a lot of repenting to do that’s gonna be done on your knees, choking on my cock.” He makes himself comfortable beside me, lying on his back, pulling me on top of him, and laughs. “No sassy-ass reply? Did I milk all your sarcasm from your dick too?”

“My sarcasm recharges like a battery, Sutter. Enjoy the break while you have it,” I murmur against his chest.

“Enjoy your break, too. Not only am I using your mouth, but I’ve alsogotto sink my cock into that red ass of yours. You should see it. Might be my new favorite thing.”

I groan, knowing what that means for me.

“Aww, don’t worry, kitten. Behave yourself, and I’ll refrain from leaving your ass the color of my favorite bandana.”

“I’m never behaved, and you know it.”

“Then I’ve gotta do what I’ve gotta do.”

“Is that supposed to be intimidating? Because you’re not, Sutter.” That’s not true, he’s intimidating as fuck, I’m just not intimidated by him.

“Wow, shortest stretch of good behavior in history, Alderchuck, and I’m talking anyone who’s ever lived.”

His hand slides effortlessly into my hair, gripping it, holding me in place. Yeah, it’s a warning to watch my fucking mouth, but the way he does it reminds me of the rope, kinda cozy, kinda safe. His animalistic sternness is my vibe and I just wanna drown in it.

“I’ve got some aloe in my bag for your ass, Alderchuck. I’ll even massage it in for you in just a bit.”

If only he wasn’t such a raging asshole, I could get used to this.

Chapter 13

Dad

Sutter

Tha-thump. Tha-thump.Kicking feet, kicking feet against the wooden bench. And then, “Hold still just a sec, buddy.” Dad ties my skate, lacing it tight enough that the inner tongue imprints on the top of my socked foot. I reach. Wiry beard scratches against my little hand. He smiles at me like I’m something, and the skin folds at the corners of his eyes.

I chase him around the ice, stick in hand. He’s so big and so tall. I stick to his shadow where it can protect me.

“C’mon, Mitch. C’mon, bud.”

It’s an outdoor ice rink. Pine trees reach skyward, dusted with white powder. I follow his voice, his laughter, but my heart pounds. Something’s … something’s coming. “Dad. Dad, don’t go too far, okay?”

“I won’t. I’m right here, Mitch.”

Turning, the cold chill whips by my face. He skates by me until he’s ahead. The dull haze of sunlight makes for an eerie backdrop. My heart won’t stop pounding. Danger. Danger.Danger. Dad beckons me. Long wool sweater. Mittens. Caramel hair.

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