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Rowan's voice lowered, that familiar rough tone flowing through the speaker like warm honey over gravel.
"Stroke your cock, Theo. Nice and slow and let me hear how much you want mine."
My hand moved before my brain could catch on, wrapping around my throbbing length, making one long, dragging pull that jolted my hips off the mattress. A shaky moan slipped out, unfiltered and completely shameless.
"I want it in my mouth," I said, words tumbling over each other as I stroked again, slick with pre-come, my thumb circling the head. "I want to taste you...ahhh—I...I want to feel you hit the back of my throat, want your cum running down my chin, dripping onto my chest, my thighs, everywhere. I want to be covered in it...."
Rowan let out a dark, hungry chuckle that sent a new wave of heat pooling low in my belly. "Do you now?"
"Y...yes," I whined, my hips rocking into my fist. "God, yes. I want more. I need more, I'm so fucking empty without you."
