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Dying Assassin
Book: Dying Assassin Read Online Free
Author: Joyee Flynn
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"So fucking sexy, Luc. Ride my cock, sweetheart. I want you to paint my chest with your cum."
    "Oh fuck," Luc gasped before mashing his lips down to mine. I knew Ryder and Luc both got extremely wound up with a little dirty talk, and I was always more than willing to oblige.
    "Yeah, Luc, just like that. You love my big cock in your tight little ass," I hissed. I held his hips firmly, pulling him down hard on me. "Touch yourself, Luc. Let me see how much you're enjoying my dick."
    "I love how dirty your mouth is," he grunted as he fucked himself harder. He removed one hand from my shoulder and started stroking himself. "You always know just what to say."
    I gave him a feral smile and pulled him closer to my mouth. "After I come in your sweet ass, I'm going to eat my seed out of your stretched hole."
    "Oh fuck, Spencer," Luc moaned. "That's so fucking hot."
    "Then we'll get Ryder to lick all your spunk off my chest and kiss Dean with it." I moaned, feeling my already tight sac draw up. "Maybe they'll help clean your ass up too."
    "You're going to kill me," he panted. We both turned when we heard Dean and Ryder cry out, looking just in time to see them climax together. Ryder started coming so hard his first stream of seed hit Dean in the face. "Oh shit, that's hot."
    "Come for me now, Luc," I growled as I dug my fingers into his hips and ass. "I'm almost there."
    "Yes," he hissed as he stiffened up, before screaming out his release. I felt his muscles clamp down on my dick and that was all it took to push me over into joining him.
    "Luc!" I cried out as my cock exploded in his ass. I kept pulling him down hard on my dick, trying to draw out my orgasm. His tight little hole milked every last drop from my cock before he collapsed on my chest, careful of my injuries.
    "You are a very dirty-minded man, Spencer Fallon," he panted as he threw his arms around my neck. "If you're a good patient, Ryder and I will play with the double-sided dildo you love so much."
    "I'll be good, I want to see that," Dean groaned. "Okay, no more sex talk. I'm feeling more sleepy than horny now, and I don't want that burning need to come back."
    "I agree," I said, yawning. I took Luc's face in my hands and gave him a quick kiss. "You were fantastic, Luc. But I think I'm about to pass out now, so don't take it personally. You know how much I love you."
    "I do," he whispered against my lips. "It's okay, Spence. Fall asleep. You need it to heal."
    "Thank you, my love," I replied, eyes drooping as my hands suddenly felt heavy. I still felt drunk-ish, tired, and it was pulling me under. The last thing I saw before letting the pills work their magic was Luc's smiling face and sparkling eyes.
     
    * * * *
     
    The next day, Luc checked in with Doc about the side effects. He said they were normal for weres, that our system immediately produced more hormones when foreign items were introduced. The pain killers caused our bodies to create more adrenaline, testosterone, and every hormone that was tied to sexual desire. So while it took away our pain, it was like a very, very large Viagra for us as well.
    Luc had wanted us to stop taking them, but the doctor explained they were also muscle relaxers that would help healing since our bodies weren't under the stress of pain. After the first day, Ryder and Luc always made sure to be stretched and ready, since we didn't have the best control.
    Ryder had called in a crew to rebuild the front door and foyer, against Dean's wishes. Dean had been adamant that he would fix everything as soon as we were back on our feet.
    "I almost lost two of the men I love. I want it fixed so I can stop looking at the constant fucking reminder of that. Besides, you don't need to be lugging shit around as soon as you start feeling better," Ryder had yelled, crossing his arms over his chest. Dean and I shared a look, knowing full well Ryder would get his way. It wasn't very often when Ryder wanted something or put his foot down, but when he did,
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