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“You’re still healing.”

“Listen woman, you either climb on my dick right now, or I’m gonna pick you up and drop you on it.”

And I can tell how serious he is, so gingerly, I climb on and ride, if only to set the pace. When he climaxes, his shouts are as much from pain as ecstasy.

“Maybe I shoulda thought that one out better,” he admits.

“Really? You think?”

“Don’t wanna hear it.” That would be a grouse, if I ever heard one.

“Man you’re a pain in my ass. You’re lucky I love you, Duke Ellis.”

“Now that’s the damn truth. Lips,” he then orders. And as I always do, I lean in to give him my lips.