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“Come for me, Angel,” I plead, unable to hold out much longer.

Sky smashes his lips to mine as his inner muscles convulse around me. I let go and fill the first boy I ever loved, the man I love, with my cum.

Chapter 21

Skylar Engelhardt/Lark Angel

Mav’s words embed in my brain, and my body obeys him without question. He’s stuffed me full and emptying his seed in me. Pleasure fries the synapses of my brain, and my vision goes white.

We’re basically doing a complicated dance together that we haven’t done before. Our bodies lead the way, and we’re hanging on for dear life. His weight grounds me to the earth; otherwise, I’d swear I’ve been rocketed into paradise.

I’ve never felt so alive and conscious of my insides. Mav found a cheat code and inflicted the most delicious gratification. If sex could become an addiction after one time, that’s where I am.

No rehab for me. I only require Mav to dick me down. Daily. More than once a day.

“Sky?” Mav asks, with a tone implying it’s not the first time he’s called my name.

“Hmmm.” I’m clinging to him spider-monkey style. And see no reason to let go.

“Checking in.” He presses his lips to my forehead and works his way to my mouth. “You still good?” His scruff is gone, shaved for the event, and I miss it. Beard burn over my entire body could add another level to this bliss.

“Good doesn’t cover it,” I say. He begins to soften, and I angle my hips to keep him in place. “You unlocked a new level of sex for me. Congrats.” I toy with his spikey hair.

“That was definitely you, Angel. You’re the new level or new galaxy, whatever that was. Thought you were gonna wrench my soul out after I gave you every drop of my cum.” He holds himself above me, but I collapse his arms to take his full weight.

“I saw stars and the Holy Grail.” I sigh contently.

“What does the Holy Grail look like?” Mav asks, amused.

“It’s flesh-colored and bears a striking resemblance to your magnificent cock.” My ankles remain locked around him so he can’t move.

“That’s going on my resume. My cock”—he motions above our heads to reveal an epic headline—“the Holy Grail, at the top, and under special skills will be ‘able to run on water as fast as Arion.’ ”

“What kind of resume are you putting that on? If you try a dating profile, you will have significantly less grail, since it’ll be full of holes,” I joke, but I’m also dead serious.

“Possessive Skylar is dangerous and sexy. My favorite combination.” He offers me his neck. “You can mark me as yours any time you want.”

I suck his pulse point. “How dark should I make it on a scale of is-there-something-on-your-neck to were-you-attacked?”

“Attack me. Show everyone you can’t keep your hands off me.”

“It’s true.” I groan as gravity takes over, and he exits my hole. “How could you?” I feign horror.

“I’ll get you a lifelike model of my dick in dildo form, and you can let me watch you play with it when I’m gone.” Mav plants kisses, traveling down my chest until he can lick my cum off me.

“Don’t think I won’t hold you to that. No fair. You get my cum, and I don’t get yours.” I revel in his tongue and grip his hair.

Mav cleans me up and goes lower with a smirk. His hands hold under my knees and push them to my chest.

“Your pretty hole is pink and leaking. What should I do?” he asks, but he doesn’t wait for an answer as he uses his tongue to push his cum back into me.

My moan is obscene. A guttural demand for more.

My spent dick perks up, needing a few more minutes before round two.

Mav’s mouth cleans my thighs and balls. It’s excruciating, running along the line of pain and pleasure. When I can’t take any more, he pulls away, lifting my knees higher so my ass is off the bed.

I’m too curious to break the spell and ask what he’s doing. He kisses the head of my cock, then trails his tongue down my balls.