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Chapter 8-3
“Jesus Christ,” Ronan moans, not caring that he’s blaspheming as pleasure hits him like a freight train. He falls forward as he comes, but Dustin’s hands are there, stopping his face from hitting the tile. Dustin holds him carefully as his orgasm ripples through his body, still rolling his hips, grinding deep and slow, and Ronan lets out a sound that is more like a sob, he’s feeling such intense pleasure. “Can I, can I come inside of you? It’s okay if you don’t want me to, but please decide quickly because I’m about to burst,” Dustin growls, sounding like he’s been up all night and maybe drinking a few whiskeys. “Yes, do it.” Ronan doesn’t even let himself think about it too deeply. He’s not sure he’ll like the mess, but he likes the intimacy of it. Dustin thrusts hard and deep, and the
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