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But tonight, I absolutely love it.

I squeeze my shaft, and I rub it fast, trying to outperform my lover in terms of speed. I’m overheating, and all I can think of is that he is about to come inside me, and that I’m no longer a virgin.

I have lost my cherry in a truly spectacular fashion.

Vex growls, going tense. His fingers dig into my flesh, holding on to me, and when he puts his hand on my face, pressing it down to the freezer, my whole body shakes as cum jets out of my dick.

“Damn... Your hole is the perfect place for my jizz,” Vex says, sounding as if he were sifting words through his teeth. He makes a few harsh, erratic thrusts, drilling into me without mercy. He’s pulsing inside me. Coming. I made it happen.

“Your dick feels so good,” I whisper, panting with my eyes closed. The fact that he chose me tonight makes me feel so desired, and I don’t care if it’s pathetic, because he’s that crispy perfect golden French fry everyone wants, and I’m… me. An acquired taste.

As my balls empty, all energy fizzles out of me, but I’m delightfully sore.

He no longer holds me in place, but as he pulls out, his face rests on my back, and he sniffs me like a hound sated after his meal yet happy there’s leftovers. “Oh, you moaned like a pro. If I ever do get a sex doll, I want that exact sound built in. So damn hot,” he mumbles, stroking my awkwardly raised leg as we both calm down.

His weight squashes me a little, and I love everything about that. He’s so strong, so big, so solid. Everything I’m not. I want him to fuck me like this too. In bed, him on top, just pressing me into the mattress.

I want to speak but then something fluffy brushes against my calf and I yelp, trying to raise it in panic, but he won’t let me budge, spent and intent on remaining on top of me for the foreseeable future.

“There’s something there. On the floor. It’s furry!”

Vex sighs and presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Oh, that’s just Inkblot.”

Right. The pitch-black rescue cat with no ear Vex shows off on his social media. But as cute as the feline looks in photos, I’m decompressing, and my body hates the idea of having to move. Still, when Vex steps away from me, I know it’s over.

My ass feels weirdly empty now, and I already miss his kisses. Will he kiss me again, or was that more of a sex thing for him?

I slide my leg to the floor and glance over my shoulder, feeling more naked than ever before, even though I’m just as undressed as I was moments ago, so maybe I’ve been too horny to care.

He grins, but while a part of me feels I should be ashamed, all I can feel is pride. “I think we might need to move that tattoo appointment to another time. I’ll do some sketches of the beetle for you, hm?” he asks, pulling up his jeans and tucking himself in.

My post-nut clarity tells me he’s even more gorgeous than I thought.

That sheen of sweat, that happy expression… they kinda make my heart melt. He’s always so dark and mysterious in the thirst traps he posts, but while those videos and photos are designed to get people hot and bothered, they’re for everyone. This is for me. I’m the reason he’s smiling.

Inkblot cleans his paw, watching me from the floor with clear green eyes, so I get the hint that it’s time to pull my pants up, but I’m feeling so lazy. My ass is a bit sore, but I’m satisfied. I don’t even care there’s cum on my clothes, because I like the idea of touching it later, as I remember Vex fucking me.

We barely talked, but I feel this weird connection. As though we got to know each other on a whole different level.

I smile sheepishly as I get dressed. “Yeah. You did say I can’t be drunk for it.”

“And are you?” Vex asks, picking up a Sharpie from a cup standing on the bookshelf. He approaches me with the roguish smirk I’ve already fallen for.

I zip up my pants, adjusting to the after-sex feeling in my ass. “Kinda. On you.” I bite my lip as soon as I say that. Why did I say that? That’s the corniest shit ever. Sex has really screwed up my brain if I can’t think of anything better.

But he leans in and kisses the awkwardness away so thoroughly, I end up hanging off him like a ripe fruit.

He’s perfect. How could anyone help themselves around him?

“Happy?” he asks.

For once, I don’t want to overthink what he might mean. It’s sweet of him to check in after my first time.

“Yes.”

We still haven’t addressed the topic of his sexuality, but I stay still, not wanting to ruin the moment. Out in public, he’s always surrounded by hot women, so he’s probably trying to keep his sexuality on the down-low, which is for the better, considering I don't want my friends to know about this. He'll be my dirty secret.

“I need to get up early tomorrow, but I’ll give you my number,” he says and opens the Sharpie with his teeth. I’m still a bit brain-dead from the fuck, but when he spins me around and once again pushes me at that freezer, I’m relieved I don’t need to carry my weight for a bit longer.