Screwed Into Forever [Forbidden Collection]
Then he started moving—long, deep strokes that dragged over Kyle’s prostate with every thrust.
Kyle’s hands clutched at his back, nails digging in as Dominic picked up speed. The bed creaked rhythmically. Skin slapped against skin. Sweat slicked their bodies. Dominic hooked Kyle’s legs higher, folding him nearly in half, pounding harder, grinding deep on every downstroke. “This what you wanted? To be used like my personal hole all weekend?”
“Yes—fuck, yes. Harder, Dom. Ruin me.” Kyle’s head thrashed against the pillow, mouth open on constant moans. Dominic reached between them, stroking Kyle’s cock in tight, fast pulls, thumb swiping over the leaking head.