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His muscles gradually relaxed, his eyes focused, and he realized that Prophet hadn’t come yet. The man remained hovering over him with the semi-patience of a predator, still hard inside of him. “Fuck.” “Yeah,” Prophet agreed, his voice husky. Tom’s only comfort was that Prophet was half out of control himself. Hanging on by a thread. Using the little strength he had left, he pushed his ass back, drawing Prophet’s cock deeper into his body. He was already overstimulated and that made the pain/pleasure line finer, which made him thrust back over and over again until Prophet hissed and pushed fingers through Tom’s hair again. “You like that, Proph?” “Yeah. Make me come, Tommy. Make me.” He took that challenge, worked as hard as he could, despite his position, to fuck himself on Prophet. Soon, he felt like he was going to come again before Prophet, although the man was close, so close. Three hard bucks back against him and Prophet lost it, nearly howled as he came in a pumping rush, tightening his grip painfully on Tom’s hair, which made Tom come again, a small orgasm but still one so close to the first that he felt like he could die happy. He
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S.E. Jakes (Catch a Ghost (Hell or High Water, #1))