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Sterling was something.
    Rhys sat there with the warm musky smell of Sterling’s cum
    flooding his senses until Sterling’s breath evened out and his
    arms fell to his sides. Then Rhys sat there a little longer, his
    cock still harder than hell. He’d get up in a minute, clean
    Sterling and cover him up. Then he could go take care of
    himself, God knew Sterling was out until morning. He always
    did sleep like the dead. Hugging his mate harder, Rhys
    grinned and kissed his temple. God help me, I’m never going
    to make it until he’s in college.
    Written by JL Langley

    JL is a full-time writer, with over ten novels to
    her credit. Among her hobbies she includes
    reading, practicing her marksmanship (she
    happens to be a great shot), gardening, working
    out (although she despises cardio), searching for
    the perfect chocolate dessert (so far as she can
    tell ALL chocolate is perfect, but it requires more
    research)
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