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Ender Othello x Warren Thorn *** "Ender...where do you...stand?" I ask him quietly, and he doesn't say anything. I just saw him come so close that our faces were only centimeters apart. His eyes locked on mine in a way I've never seen before. Hearing myself gasp when I feel him push me hard onto the bed, and I was surprised by how slowly he climbed over me. I could truly see the wolf within him as he gazed down at me in a way that was quite...not savage...but dominating in a particular way. He presses his lips to my cheek, and I bit my lip when I feel his hands run my waist. His tongue runs over my top lip, slightly teasing into my mouth. Causing me to moan as his hands unbuttoned my shirt, and I feel him start to kiss down my neck. "Where I stand...doesn't matter. The more I hold myself back from having myself within you, the more I lose my mind. I can't keep doing this anymore...Warren you're all I can think about too." He moans, and I take in a hitched breath when his hand goes into my pants. "Ender...you didn't have to wait, you could've always had me." *** This story contains graphic sexual scenes, great sexual desire, and a dilf (dad I'd like to f*ck). Read, I insist.
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