Chapter 5

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He’s a good kisser. It’s something that needs to be said here and now. The way he folds his lips against mine. Romantic action. How he gently slips his tongue inside my mouth and pulls it out just as quickly. The slow motion of his chin tilted ever so slightly to the right. A giggle while kissing. A soft grunt. Shallow breathing. I can’t think of any other man who has ever kissed me the way Private Nine does.

I won’t complain about it.

I can’t.

“Kiss me more,” I instruct him, whispering.

He listens.

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Things are said between Private Nine and me:

Him: “It’s super stiff so you can take all of it at one time.”

Me: “I’ll try. I’m ready whenever you are.”

Him: “Do it, Ben. Back into it. Don’t be shy. Show daddy what you’ve got. Make me come.”

Me: “I won’t let you down.”

Him: “There’s something about you that makes me like you.”

Me: “I feel the same way.”

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One inch. Anyone can do one inch. Just the tip. Easy stuff.