Chapter 8-2

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David shuddered against him. “How is this easier?” “It feels a lot better. It’ll feel even better when I’m inside you. Gonna f**k you right here. On top of your piano.” The hands that came to rest on the keyboard were shaking, but he picked up the song he’d been playing as if he’d never stopped. When Vincent reached around and fisted David’s shaft, the taut ass resting on his lap noticeably clenched. He wanted to be buried in that heat again, but he knew he couldn’t just bend David over and take him. Not without causing the other man serious pain. “Stand up, but don’t stop playing.” David did as he was told, standing slightly hunched so he could still reach the keys. Vincent pulled his cheeks apart, revealing his tight hole. He wanted to feel that tight muscle stretch around him—his fi

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