CHAPTER 3
NOAH
I moan around him, hand shoved in my shorts, jerking myself frantically while I swallow him to the root. My eyes are crossed, tears streaming, pure ahegao face as he uses my mouth.
He comes with a guttural roar—thick, endless ropes shooting straight down my throat. I gulp greedily, choking, c*m leaking from my nose, but I don’t pull off until he’s empty.
When he finally yanks me off, I’m a mess, face wrecked, lips swollen, chin dripping.
I lick my lips, panting, belly warm and fluttering like something inside me just purred.
“More,” I whisper, voice hoarse. “Please, Uncle Levi—f**k me—put it in me—I need to feel full”
He hauls me up by the hair, spins me, bends me over a hay bale.
“Gonna give you exactly what you’re begging for, boy,” he growls, kicking my legs wide.
