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Will was no expert when it came to sucking men off. But what he lacked in experience, he made up for in enthusiasm. He remembered too well how Stan had rocked his world that day in his mother’s house. He’d have loved to make the man feel what he’d felt that day when he sucked on his mark. Well, in the absence of that mark, there were other things to suck on. And what better time than whilst he was talking to some woman and claiming it was work. He sucked on Stan with deliberate slowness and relish as if he had a lollipop in his mouth.
Stan saw stars. His back arched as he bit his inner lip so hard he tasted blood. His body went taut, drowning in the pleasure that washed over him. He didn’t think he could continue with the conversation with Kate.
“Listen,” Stan breathed, his fingers clutching the covers so tightly his knuckles turned white. “Was anyone hurt?”
“No, the motherfuckers couldn’t…”
“Was any property destroyed?” Stan cut her off.
“No, but…”