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329 pages, Kindle Edition
Published September 19, 2025
“I’ll never be weak again,” I whisper.
Remington Langford. Golden boy. Star pupil. Mr. Popular. Pompous, smug, asshole.
“You’d better win that match, pretty boy. I’ll be very disappointed if I don’t get my hands on you tonight.” He winks at me, fucking winks.
Holden looks like he wants to murder me. It’s cute. Like a kitten. No, not a kitten. A lion cub. All growly, with sharp teeth and claws. It wouldn’t surprise me if one day he stabbed me with that knife he likes to fondle. Fuck, he makes my dick hard.
He doesn’t take my hand, just takes out his own mouth guard, looks me directly in the eyes, then promptly spits in my face. Hot. Lifting a hand, I wipe it from my skin and smirk, before leaning forward to whisper in his ear. “How do you always know what I like? You really should stop teasing me.”
He may hate the idea now, but he’s going to love me once he gets to know me. I am literal sunshine and I will warm the frosty parts of him. Ok-ay, that thought sounded a little creepy, even for me, but fuck if it isn’t the truth.
“I’m very persistent sometimes and right now, I really want you to play pool and drink beer with me. I am not above kidnapping if the situation calls for it.”
“I’m not above stabbing my kidnapper if the situation calls for it,”
“Fucking hell, Kitty Cat, you have no fucking idea what you do to me.”
“I’ll never be weak again,” I whisper.
“You’re dangerous, Remington Langford.”🐝❤️📝
“Funny,” I chuckle. “I was thinking the same thing about you, Holden Booker.”
“Tell me your idea,” I rasp into his ear. Pleasure builds, a warmth spreading in my groin as we rub ourselves off on each other. Precum, his or mine, drips onto my cock, the liquid warm and easing the glide.
“I’ll buy you a pretty blue plug. Stretch you out so good.”
“Hmm,” I mumble my mind trying to focus on the picture he’s painting while being drawn to the incredible friction on my dick.
“And then, I’ll fuck you. Fill you with my cum.”
Remington’s lips kiss a line along my jaw before meeting mine.
“Then I’ll plug up your hole and leave you stuffed full all day.”
I dig my nails into his back and his hips pick up speed, frotting harder and faster.
“You’ll have to sit and listen to Prof. Hottie talk about British poets, knowing you’re full of my cum. I bet you’ll be hard and so fucking horny. You’ll want to leave and take care of it yourself, but I won’t let you, because you only come when I say you can.”
I whine. My breath hitching as I say his name on a plea. I don’t know what I’m asking for, I only know he’ll give it to me.
“Then you’ll be the needy one.”
He increases the speed and pressure of his hips while simultaneously kissing me hard. His tongue pushes into my mouth, and I let him in. Let him dominate me as he works my body closer and closer to the inevitable crescendo.
“Finally, I’d pull you out of that class, bend you over the hood of my car and fuck you with only my cum for lube. And then, baby? Then, you’ll,” he pauses, putting emphasis on his next words, “come for me.”
“I’m going to keep telling you,” Remington promises. “Every day until you’re sick of me.”
“And if I never get sick of you?”
His hand skirts the back of my neck before sliding up into my hair.
“Even better,” he replies. “I’ll tell you forever. Or whatever is longer than forever.”
“Forever is good.”
“Forever it is then.”