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I moan again, cupping and rolling his balls as he thrusts deeper into my mouth.

"I'm going to make this quick, Toto," Nick murmurs. "It's going to hurt for a second, but then I'll make it feel incredible."

I try to nod, but Nick pushes inside me, and my eyes roll back in my head.

Okay.

He’s big.

I may be a virgin, but the toys hidden in my bedroom rival what I saw Leo packing, and if I’m being honest, I’m a bit of a size queen.

Nick's hard cock grazes my inner walls, filling me as he starts with slow, teasing strokes. I moan around Granger's cock, and Nick immediately picks up his pace. The pleasure builds so quickly that I release Granger's cock, desperate to tell Nick that I need more.

Nick shakes his head and tuts. "He's coming first," he growls, deliberately slowing his hips. "Take your mouth off him again, and I'll edge you until tomorrow."

"Oh God." I nod quickly, reaching for Granger's cock and wrapping my mouth around him with considerably more enthusiasm.

I lick and suck, channeling every fantasy I've constructed over the years from the frankly impressive amount of reading I've done. Apparently, theoretical knowledge counts for something because Granger’s moans grow louder with every flick of my tongue.

Nick fucks into me harder and faster, bringing me to the edge before slowing again until I'm a whimpering, writhing mess. I want to beg him to make me come, but I'm terrified he’ll stop altogether.

Fine. New plan. Make Granger come as quickly as humanly—or scarecrowly—as possible.

I double my efforts.

Then Nick lowers his head and sucks a nipple into his mouth. I sob around Granger's cock, needing my release more than I need air.

“I love you, Toto,” Granger mumbles.

Everything inside me stops.

What?

He says it again, the words tumbling from his lips like they’ve been waiting years to escape.

“I love you. Fuck, I love you.”

My heart slams against my ribs.

Granger loves me.

Granger loves me.

For years, I’ve convinced myself that every flirtatious smile, every lingering touch, every sweet word was just Granger being Granger. I’ve told myself a thousand times not to read more into it. Not to hope.

And now he’s telling me he loves me while I have his cock in my mouth.

Apparently, this is how life-changing declarations happen in my world.

Does he even realize he said it out loud?

I can't talk with my mouth full, but I give his balls a light squeeze in response. I mean, how else does a woman say I love you too in a moment like this?

Suddenly, Granger stills, trying to pull free from my mouth as he gets ready to come. I grab his thigh, forcing him to stay put.

"Mine," I mumble around his cock, demanding the reward for all my hard work.

Granger’s hand tightens in my hair with just the right amount of pressure, drawing another moan from me.