Thorn Bush +Muke ✔

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Luke brushed his lips against my neck, softly pressing his lips to my skin. I shivered under his touch, tilting my head to the side so he had room to move around.

"I just want to kiss every little inch of your body." He whispered, running his warm hands over my stomach.

I closed my eyes and let his hands roam my stomach and sides. He moved the collar of the black YOU COMPLETE MEss shirt he let me wear, and put his lips to my collarbone.

I relaxed against the couch, reaching up and sliding my hands down his arms. I ran my fingers along his rose tattoo, smiling up at him.

Luke leaned down and gently put our lips together. It was slow and passionate and just perfect. He brushed his thumb along my cheek, his lips moving against mine.

Luke pulled away and looked down at me, "I love you."

"I love you." I repeated, my voice still scratchy but audible.

Luke sat back down in his seat and I sat up, pushing my mouth against his throat. I kissed the flesh, moving up to his sweet spot.

Luke grabbed my hips and pulled me into his lap. I gave him a small love bite, making him let out a small moan.

"Luke?" I whispered.

"Yeah, baby?" Luke said, cupping my thighs and pulling me closer.

My stomach pressed against his and our eyes met.

"What did you mean last night?" I asked.

"What?" He questioned, confused about what I was talking about.

I nervously played with the collar of my shirt, "When you said next time we'd have a round two?"

"Oh..." The older boy said, "Its just having sex twice in a row."

"If you wanted to, why didn't you?" I asked, tilting my head to one side.

"I didn't want to hurt you. It hurts when its your first time." Luke said soothingly.

I nodded, "I'm glad you were my first time."

He smiled up at me and went to kiss me. I moved and went to talk into his ear, just like he's always done to me.

"b-be my second?"

|Luke|

"listen, don't cum until I say, alright babyboy?"

Michael whimpered as I continued to thrust into him. I took deep breaths, pumping into the smaller boy.

He gripped the sheets, moaning and crying out for me to keep going. His breathing got choppy and uneven, his hands releasing the sheets and gliding down my already scarred back.

"Don't let go." I ordered and I continued to steadily hit his prostate.

"Please luke." He begged.

"Beg for me, Babyboy." I grunted.

He begged, requesting for me to let him go. I pulled back slightly, towering over the boy.

"I want to screaming." I said, "Scream. Call me daddy."

I shoved into him, pounding all 9 inches into him. He screamed, his nails digging into my flesh. Michael's back arced and his head leaned back, showing me all the dark purple hickeys.

"DADDY!" Michael screamed, coming onto my stomach.

I came into the condøm seconds later, making him release again. I pulled out and threw the elastic away. Michael huffed, his breath uneven as he relaxed against the mattress.

"so damñ hot, baby." I murmured, wiping some of the cremey white substance off my stomach.

I licked it off my finger, swallowing the warm liquid. Michael let out a tiny moan as he watched me.

"You're such a good boy, baby." I praised, making him show a tired smile.

"Thank you, daddy."

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Don't forget a-b-b-b-bout me

No, no

~Cookie Xx