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Chapter 11
Jazz danced out of his workplace, intent on going over to Xavier's building and demanding the sex he'd so thoroughly and completely earned. Two whole weeks! He'd gone two whole weeks without! He was very proud of himself, and he hoped that Xavier appreciated what Jazz had done just for him. Now he was going to go and collect his reward, and there was no way that Xavier was going to talk him out of it. He DESERVED a good fucking! Lots of good fucking, actually, as much as he could get. He only hoped that Xavier was as good as he'd intimated that he was.
He started across the sidewalk, meaning to hail a cab; but before he could reach his destination, arms came up around him from behind. One settled around his mid-section, and the other one clamped over his mouth to stifle his squeal. Jazz froze as a large, hard body was pressed into his from behind. His eyes were wide with fear. What was happening? Was he being mugged or attacked? But before he could even start to squirm and try to call fro a help, a tongue slid over his ear provocatively, and a familiar voice growled into it: "Hey, Jazz. Are you glad to see me?"
He relaxed instantly into Xavier's strong hold. The hand left his mouth, and he said indignantly: "Xavier, you fucker! You scared me!"
"Sorry," the voice breathed in his ear, making him shiver. "But I thought you might want to play a little game with me, Jazz. We'll pretend that I'm abducting you and carrying you off to somewhere where I can have my way with you, whether you want to or not. Would you like that?"
Jazz's breath caught at this naughty suggestion. A kidnapping fantasy? Him helpless in the strong hands of the man who intended to fuck him, no matter what he said or did? Of course he didn't really want to be raped, no one did...but the fantasy of it could be very, very hot. He said aloud: "Who are you? What do you want? Let me go!" though he tried to keep his voice low, so no one would mistake the situation and call the police or try to 'save' him from his fate...
A chuckle in his ear. "So be it. It doesn’t matter who I am, pretty creature. What matters is what I'm going to do to you. Come on, get moving," his hands pushed Jazz toward a sleek black car waiting at the curb, and he went meekly.
"Please don't hurt me," he whimpered, really getting into the game now.
Xavier laughed darkly as he opened the door and shoved Jazz into the back of the car. "I won't hurt you...much," he growled, and Jazz shuddered and flushed in anticipation as Xavier's big body settled in beside him on the seat.
The car pulled away from the curb. The partition between the front and the back was up, so that the driver couldn’t see them. That was good; because Xavier had pulled Jazz into his arms and was plundering his mouth, savagely licking and sucking at his lips and tongue until he was moaning loudly and squirming in that strong embrace.
Xavier slid his tongue down Jazz’s neck, which arched to give him access. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Jazz," he murmured in his deep voice, making Jazz cry out and push closer to him.
"Please fuck me...umm...frightening stranger," Jazz added, belatedly remembering their game.
Another laugh. A hand thrust into his shirt between the plackets, and fingers pinched at his nipple. Jazz gasped and writhed. Xavier's teeth nipped at his tender neck, then his mouth closed over the skin and he sucked a hickey out of it. "Ahh, shit," Jazz hissed, loving every moment of this.
The pinching fingers twisted his nipple, which hurt but also felt good. Jazz cried out, the sound lost in Xavier's mouth, which had closed over his once again. Endless, eating kisses followed, and he was so lost that he barely registered that the car had stopped. "We're here," Xavier said against his lips.
"Where?" he asked breathlessly.
"Ah, you don't get to know that. Remember, I'm kidnapping you," Xavier pointed out.
"Okay," Jazz replied. Frankly, at this point he didn't care where they were. As long as he got laid, and fast, they could be out in a public place and he wouldn’t protest...
They got out of the back of the car, Xavier holding Jazz's arm in a loose grasp. It could turn hard and pinching at any moment, and that thought excited him. He escorted Jazz across the sidewalk and into the foyer of a very nice apartment building. Xavier nodded at the doorman. "Hello, Frank. Nice day, eh?" he asked as he steered Jazz inside.
"Yes, Mr. Paretiss. It really is," the doorman agreed, taking the tip that Xavier handed him.
Xavier took Jazz over to a bank of elevators. "Hit the fourth floor, will you?" he told Jazz.
He did as told, then gasped as he was pulled up against Xavier's body as the doors closed. A hand cradled his chin and turned his head forcefully toward Xavier's, not because he needed to but because he rightfully suspected that it would turn Jazz on. Xavier kissed him almost hard enough to bruise his lips, and Jazz went limp in his grasp. "Almost there," Xavier growled.
Jazz was glad of that. He wasn’t sure how much longer his legs were going to remain firm under him. Xavier’s touches and kisses were exciting him almost unbearably. The doors opened and they stepped out into a carpeted hall .Xavier led the way to a door, and produced a key. He opened it, and shoved Jazz inside just a little forcefully. "Get in there, bitch," he snarled, playing his role as the kidnapper to the hilt.
Jazz stumbled into a luxurious apartment, turning toward Xavier as his arms hugged himself. "Please don't hurt me," he said again, his eyes falling to the floor.
Feet appeared in his line of vision. A big hand settled on the front of his silk shirt. "Jazz? Is this one of your creations?” Xavier asked, stroking the fabric lightly with his fingertips.
He shivered at that touch. "No, I bought it..." he began. Then he yelped in indignation as Xavier's fist closed in the fabric, and he tore the shirt off of Jazz's body. "What the hell?!"
"I'll buy you another one," Xavier promised him, tossing the tattered remains of the shirt away onto the floor. "In fact, I'll buy you two."
Jazz stopped protesting then, especially since Xavier’s hands were roaming over the naked skin of his chest imperiously. Fingertips tweaked at his pink nipples. "So pretty. I’m just going to have to eat it all up," Xavier said darkly.
Jazz shivered as strong arms lifted him up and Xavier carried him easily to the comfortable couch in the middle of the living room. He tossed Jazz down onto it, then descended upon him hungrily. His big body covered Jazz's more slender one, and his crotch rubbed insistently against Jazz’s as their mouths mated. They were like two animals, both voracious in their need. Jazz wound his long legs around Xavier’s waist, clutching at him so he wouldn't leave. His heels dug into Xavier’s firm ass, and he rubbed them against that hard surface gleefully as he sucked at Xavier's tongue.
Xavier lifted his head at last. Looking down at the panting, flushed, captive on his couch, he grinned the nasty grin of a conquering pirate. He moved backward, despite Jazz's trying to keep him in place, and reached for Jazz's pants. He made quick work of the fastening, then began to yank them off of his hips and thighs with a slow but steady pull. "Look at that," he said as the pants were pulled off of Jazz's ankles and tossed onto the floor carelessly. His hot eyes raked Jazz’s nakedness, taking it all in.
Jazz lounged gracefully back against the couch, putting one arm over his head. he gave Xavier the look of a practiced houri, his eyes lidded. "See something you like, scary stranger?" he purred.
"Very much so," Xavier leaned over and slid a possessive hand down his body, skirting his needy cock for the moment. Jazz gave him an indignant look, which only made Xavier smile evilly. He ran a hand down Jazz's white thigh. "This is all mine," he commented, pinching at the skin of Jazz's inner thigh. "Right?"
Jazz nodded. "It's all yours," he agreed. "I went without sex for two weeks just for you. I wouldn’t do that for anybody else."
Xavier smiled again, this time a pleased lifting of the lips. "Good. Now I'm going to take what's mine," he added, that dark tone back in his voice.
He flipped a startled Jazz over, pulling him off the couch so that his knees were on the floor and his ass was in the air. "I thought it would be smart to make the first time fast and hard," he commented behind Jazz's back. "Then we can take our time after that. Because you're hurting, right, Jazz?"
"Yeah," he gasped, lifting his hips. Xavier's hand had slid between his legs and was cradling and cupping his balls, making it hard for him to speak. "Please, Xavier, I need it..." he whimpered desperately.
"I know, sweetheart," Xavier replied, and then his tongue was tracing down Jazz's back in a wet line, as his hands stroked over the firm flesh of his ass and rummaged between his legs expertly.
He moaned, writhing a little, lost to the feel of those hands and that tongue. His fingers closed over the fabric of the couch cushion, and he arched his back and thrust his ass at Xavier in a silent plea. A finger slid into the crack and prodded at his opening. "Nice and loose. That vibrator helped to get you ready for me," Xavier noted.
He swayed his hips. "Yes," he said breathlessly, 'But it wasn't enough. I want YOU, Xavier!"
"You'll have me, Jazz, I promise," Xavier replied, edging backward a bit. His lips traced over the left cheek of Jazz's ass, licking a trail over the pale skin as Jazz moaned again. His hands slid the cheeks apart, and he took a look at the pink, puckered place he'd soon be invading with his cock. Jazz shuddered, spreading his legs like a dog in heat, desperate for any kind of stimulation.
He squeezed the cheeks he held in his hands hard, making Jazz cringe a little. "Such pretty skin. Should I mark it with bruises?” he mused aloud.
"Do anything you want," Jazz replied wildly. "But just DO something!"
His desperation made Xavier's eyes gleam and his lips lift in a silent snarl. He spread the cheeks even wider, then pushed Jazz's face into the cushion as he buried his face in that pale ass and began to feast on the hole that would soon be taking him in so sweetly.
Jazz gave a muffled yelp, then began to make sounds of passion as his hips swayed and he pushed back into Xavier's feasting mouth. He gasped wildly as a tongue thrust into his body, boldly digging into his asshole and twisting around in a way that didn't seem quite human. Xavier was some kind of snake or something, he had to be; that tongue was prehensile! Jazz was lost, completely lost, loving every moment of what Xavier was doing to him. When teeth nibbled very delicately the puckered hole, he groaned and bucked. Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh God!
Xavier flicked his tongue over the quivering puckered flesh, laving it with attention. He drank in the sounds that Jazz was making above him. Abandoning the spit-slick asshole for now, he bent his head even further and began to tongue Jazz's tight balls in a leisurely fashion. More cries erupted, somewhat muffled since Jazz had buried his face in the couch cushion to try to keep any kind of control over himself. A losing proposition, that was obvious...
Xavier found that he couldn’t hold out much longer, any more than Jazz could. After all, he'd had nothing but his own hand for some time now; Jazz at least had had his sex toys to console him. He reached out a long arm to grab the stuff he'd left on his coffee table earlier this morning - a tube of lube and a box of condoms. He yanked down the zipper of his pants, glad that he’d gone commando deliberately because he knew today was the day he'd be fucking Jazz. He fished out his dick, snapped a condom onto it, and made short work of the lube.
Jazz was beginning to stir, making noises of protest. He wasn’t happy about the loss of stimulation. But before he could rise to his knees, Xavier got behind him and spread the cheeks of his ass again with his big hands. Knowing that Jazz was definitely loosened enough, he didn't bother with any other preparations. Instead, he thrust himself into that hot tightness with a groan, going to the hilt in one long thrust.
Jazz cried out as he was invaded, partially in pain but mostly in total pleasure. Hands stroked the cheeks of his ass for a moment, as Xavier commented: "Was this what you wanted, Jazz?"
"Oh, yes!" he cried. “Give it to me, Xavier!"
Xavier began to rock his hips, going long and deep right off the bat. Jazz clearly didn't care; he was squirming like a wild thing, and screeching into the couch cushions. A string of filthy things were flying off of his tongue. "Fuck me!" he shrilled. "Pound me into the floor! Give it to me! You're so hard! It feels SO good! Oh, yes, yes!!"
Each time he spoke, Xavier pounded him harder. Figuring this out quickly, Jazz wailed out every dirty thing he could think to say. Hands grasped his hips to hold him in place, as Xavier plowed him into the couch over and over. Jazz finally lost the breath to speak, but by then he didn't care. Xavier was already slamming into him with all of his strength, grunting as he fucked Jazz like a machine.
Jazz began to whine in the back of his throat, a high, wild sound. His prostate was being pummeled by the cock that was as thick as Xavier had promised it was, and his whole being was coming apart at the seams. He was going to die, but he didn't care! Then a hand came crashing down on his buttock hard, and he screamed and convulsed as he began to come. His semen sprayed out of his cock without him even touching it, as he bucked and twitched and made the only noises he could manage anymore, little choked sounds. It went on and on, it was never going to end...
It ended. Finally, mercifully, it ended. Jazz collapsed onto the couch, gasping for breath, his whole body without energy and his mind fried from the intensity of his orgasm. The cock inside of him wasn't moving anymore; somewhere in the middle, Xavier must have come too. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Jazz felt completely and totally sated and fulfilled. If he'd been a cat, he would have been purring by now. That had definitely been worth the wait...
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Chapter 11
Jazz danced out of his workplace, intent on going over to Xavier's building and demanding the sex he'd so thoroughly and completely earned. Two whole weeks! He'd gone two whole weeks without! He was very proud of himself, and he hoped that Xavier appreciated what Jazz had done just for him. Now he was going to go and collect his reward, and there was no way that Xavier was going to talk him out of it. He DESERVED a good fucking! Lots of good fucking, actually, as much as he could get. He only hoped that Xavier was as good as he'd intimated that he was.
He started across the sidewalk, meaning to hail a cab; but before he could reach his destination, arms came up around him from behind. One settled around his mid-section, and the other one clamped over his mouth to stifle his squeal. Jazz froze as a large, hard body was pressed into his from behind. His eyes were wide with fear. What was happening? Was he being mugged or attacked? But before he could even start to squirm and try to call fro a help, a tongue slid over his ear provocatively, and a familiar voice growled into it: "Hey, Jazz. Are you glad to see me?"
He relaxed instantly into Xavier's strong hold. The hand left his mouth, and he said indignantly: "Xavier, you fucker! You scared me!"
"Sorry," the voice breathed in his ear, making him shiver. "But I thought you might want to play a little game with me, Jazz. We'll pretend that I'm abducting you and carrying you off to somewhere where I can have my way with you, whether you want to or not. Would you like that?"
Jazz's breath caught at this naughty suggestion. A kidnapping fantasy? Him helpless in the strong hands of the man who intended to fuck him, no matter what he said or did? Of course he didn't really want to be raped, no one did...but the fantasy of it could be very, very hot. He said aloud: "Who are you? What do you want? Let me go!" though he tried to keep his voice low, so no one would mistake the situation and call the police or try to 'save' him from his fate...
A chuckle in his ear. "So be it. It doesn’t matter who I am, pretty creature. What matters is what I'm going to do to you. Come on, get moving," his hands pushed Jazz toward a sleek black car waiting at the curb, and he went meekly.
"Please don't hurt me," he whimpered, really getting into the game now.
Xavier laughed darkly as he opened the door and shoved Jazz into the back of the car. "I won't hurt you...much," he growled, and Jazz shuddered and flushed in anticipation as Xavier's big body settled in beside him on the seat.
The car pulled away from the curb. The partition between the front and the back was up, so that the driver couldn’t see them. That was good; because Xavier had pulled Jazz into his arms and was plundering his mouth, savagely licking and sucking at his lips and tongue until he was moaning loudly and squirming in that strong embrace.
Xavier slid his tongue down Jazz’s neck, which arched to give him access. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Jazz," he murmured in his deep voice, making Jazz cry out and push closer to him.
"Please fuck me...umm...frightening stranger," Jazz added, belatedly remembering their game.
Another laugh. A hand thrust into his shirt between the plackets, and fingers pinched at his nipple. Jazz gasped and writhed. Xavier's teeth nipped at his tender neck, then his mouth closed over the skin and he sucked a hickey out of it. "Ahh, shit," Jazz hissed, loving every moment of this.
The pinching fingers twisted his nipple, which hurt but also felt good. Jazz cried out, the sound lost in Xavier's mouth, which had closed over his once again. Endless, eating kisses followed, and he was so lost that he barely registered that the car had stopped. "We're here," Xavier said against his lips.
"Where?" he asked breathlessly.
"Ah, you don't get to know that. Remember, I'm kidnapping you," Xavier pointed out.
"Okay," Jazz replied. Frankly, at this point he didn't care where they were. As long as he got laid, and fast, they could be out in a public place and he wouldn’t protest...
They got out of the back of the car, Xavier holding Jazz's arm in a loose grasp. It could turn hard and pinching at any moment, and that thought excited him. He escorted Jazz across the sidewalk and into the foyer of a very nice apartment building. Xavier nodded at the doorman. "Hello, Frank. Nice day, eh?" he asked as he steered Jazz inside.
"Yes, Mr. Paretiss. It really is," the doorman agreed, taking the tip that Xavier handed him.
Xavier took Jazz over to a bank of elevators. "Hit the fourth floor, will you?" he told Jazz.
He did as told, then gasped as he was pulled up against Xavier's body as the doors closed. A hand cradled his chin and turned his head forcefully toward Xavier's, not because he needed to but because he rightfully suspected that it would turn Jazz on. Xavier kissed him almost hard enough to bruise his lips, and Jazz went limp in his grasp. "Almost there," Xavier growled.
Jazz was glad of that. He wasn’t sure how much longer his legs were going to remain firm under him. Xavier’s touches and kisses were exciting him almost unbearably. The doors opened and they stepped out into a carpeted hall .Xavier led the way to a door, and produced a key. He opened it, and shoved Jazz inside just a little forcefully. "Get in there, bitch," he snarled, playing his role as the kidnapper to the hilt.
Jazz stumbled into a luxurious apartment, turning toward Xavier as his arms hugged himself. "Please don't hurt me," he said again, his eyes falling to the floor.
Feet appeared in his line of vision. A big hand settled on the front of his silk shirt. "Jazz? Is this one of your creations?” Xavier asked, stroking the fabric lightly with his fingertips.
He shivered at that touch. "No, I bought it..." he began. Then he yelped in indignation as Xavier's fist closed in the fabric, and he tore the shirt off of Jazz's body. "What the hell?!"
"I'll buy you another one," Xavier promised him, tossing the tattered remains of the shirt away onto the floor. "In fact, I'll buy you two."
Jazz stopped protesting then, especially since Xavier’s hands were roaming over the naked skin of his chest imperiously. Fingertips tweaked at his pink nipples. "So pretty. I’m just going to have to eat it all up," Xavier said darkly.
Jazz shivered as strong arms lifted him up and Xavier carried him easily to the comfortable couch in the middle of the living room. He tossed Jazz down onto it, then descended upon him hungrily. His big body covered Jazz's more slender one, and his crotch rubbed insistently against Jazz’s as their mouths mated. They were like two animals, both voracious in their need. Jazz wound his long legs around Xavier’s waist, clutching at him so he wouldn't leave. His heels dug into Xavier’s firm ass, and he rubbed them against that hard surface gleefully as he sucked at Xavier's tongue.
Xavier lifted his head at last. Looking down at the panting, flushed, captive on his couch, he grinned the nasty grin of a conquering pirate. He moved backward, despite Jazz's trying to keep him in place, and reached for Jazz's pants. He made quick work of the fastening, then began to yank them off of his hips and thighs with a slow but steady pull. "Look at that," he said as the pants were pulled off of Jazz's ankles and tossed onto the floor carelessly. His hot eyes raked Jazz’s nakedness, taking it all in.
Jazz lounged gracefully back against the couch, putting one arm over his head. he gave Xavier the look of a practiced houri, his eyes lidded. "See something you like, scary stranger?" he purred.
"Very much so," Xavier leaned over and slid a possessive hand down his body, skirting his needy cock for the moment. Jazz gave him an indignant look, which only made Xavier smile evilly. He ran a hand down Jazz's white thigh. "This is all mine," he commented, pinching at the skin of Jazz's inner thigh. "Right?"
Jazz nodded. "It's all yours," he agreed. "I went without sex for two weeks just for you. I wouldn’t do that for anybody else."
Xavier smiled again, this time a pleased lifting of the lips. "Good. Now I'm going to take what's mine," he added, that dark tone back in his voice.
He flipped a startled Jazz over, pulling him off the couch so that his knees were on the floor and his ass was in the air. "I thought it would be smart to make the first time fast and hard," he commented behind Jazz's back. "Then we can take our time after that. Because you're hurting, right, Jazz?"
"Yeah," he gasped, lifting his hips. Xavier's hand had slid between his legs and was cradling and cupping his balls, making it hard for him to speak. "Please, Xavier, I need it..." he whimpered desperately.
"I know, sweetheart," Xavier replied, and then his tongue was tracing down Jazz's back in a wet line, as his hands stroked over the firm flesh of his ass and rummaged between his legs expertly.
He moaned, writhing a little, lost to the feel of those hands and that tongue. His fingers closed over the fabric of the couch cushion, and he arched his back and thrust his ass at Xavier in a silent plea. A finger slid into the crack and prodded at his opening. "Nice and loose. That vibrator helped to get you ready for me," Xavier noted.
He swayed his hips. "Yes," he said breathlessly, 'But it wasn't enough. I want YOU, Xavier!"
"You'll have me, Jazz, I promise," Xavier replied, edging backward a bit. His lips traced over the left cheek of Jazz's ass, licking a trail over the pale skin as Jazz moaned again. His hands slid the cheeks apart, and he took a look at the pink, puckered place he'd soon be invading with his cock. Jazz shuddered, spreading his legs like a dog in heat, desperate for any kind of stimulation.
He squeezed the cheeks he held in his hands hard, making Jazz cringe a little. "Such pretty skin. Should I mark it with bruises?” he mused aloud.
"Do anything you want," Jazz replied wildly. "But just DO something!"
His desperation made Xavier's eyes gleam and his lips lift in a silent snarl. He spread the cheeks even wider, then pushed Jazz's face into the cushion as he buried his face in that pale ass and began to feast on the hole that would soon be taking him in so sweetly.
Jazz gave a muffled yelp, then began to make sounds of passion as his hips swayed and he pushed back into Xavier's feasting mouth. He gasped wildly as a tongue thrust into his body, boldly digging into his asshole and twisting around in a way that didn't seem quite human. Xavier was some kind of snake or something, he had to be; that tongue was prehensile! Jazz was lost, completely lost, loving every moment of what Xavier was doing to him. When teeth nibbled very delicately the puckered hole, he groaned and bucked. Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh God!
Xavier flicked his tongue over the quivering puckered flesh, laving it with attention. He drank in the sounds that Jazz was making above him. Abandoning the spit-slick asshole for now, he bent his head even further and began to tongue Jazz's tight balls in a leisurely fashion. More cries erupted, somewhat muffled since Jazz had buried his face in the couch cushion to try to keep any kind of control over himself. A losing proposition, that was obvious...
Xavier found that he couldn’t hold out much longer, any more than Jazz could. After all, he'd had nothing but his own hand for some time now; Jazz at least had had his sex toys to console him. He reached out a long arm to grab the stuff he'd left on his coffee table earlier this morning - a tube of lube and a box of condoms. He yanked down the zipper of his pants, glad that he’d gone commando deliberately because he knew today was the day he'd be fucking Jazz. He fished out his dick, snapped a condom onto it, and made short work of the lube.
Jazz was beginning to stir, making noises of protest. He wasn’t happy about the loss of stimulation. But before he could rise to his knees, Xavier got behind him and spread the cheeks of his ass again with his big hands. Knowing that Jazz was definitely loosened enough, he didn't bother with any other preparations. Instead, he thrust himself into that hot tightness with a groan, going to the hilt in one long thrust.
Jazz cried out as he was invaded, partially in pain but mostly in total pleasure. Hands stroked the cheeks of his ass for a moment, as Xavier commented: "Was this what you wanted, Jazz?"
"Oh, yes!" he cried. “Give it to me, Xavier!"
Xavier began to rock his hips, going long and deep right off the bat. Jazz clearly didn't care; he was squirming like a wild thing, and screeching into the couch cushions. A string of filthy things were flying off of his tongue. "Fuck me!" he shrilled. "Pound me into the floor! Give it to me! You're so hard! It feels SO good! Oh, yes, yes!!"
Each time he spoke, Xavier pounded him harder. Figuring this out quickly, Jazz wailed out every dirty thing he could think to say. Hands grasped his hips to hold him in place, as Xavier plowed him into the couch over and over. Jazz finally lost the breath to speak, but by then he didn't care. Xavier was already slamming into him with all of his strength, grunting as he fucked Jazz like a machine.
Jazz began to whine in the back of his throat, a high, wild sound. His prostate was being pummeled by the cock that was as thick as Xavier had promised it was, and his whole being was coming apart at the seams. He was going to die, but he didn't care! Then a hand came crashing down on his buttock hard, and he screamed and convulsed as he began to come. His semen sprayed out of his cock without him even touching it, as he bucked and twitched and made the only noises he could manage anymore, little choked sounds. It went on and on, it was never going to end...
It ended. Finally, mercifully, it ended. Jazz collapsed onto the couch, gasping for breath, his whole body without energy and his mind fried from the intensity of his orgasm. The cock inside of him wasn't moving anymore; somewhere in the middle, Xavier must have come too. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Jazz felt completely and totally sated and fulfilled. If he'd been a cat, he would have been purring by now. That had definitely been worth the wait...
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