Screwed Into Forever [Forbidden Collection]
Every stroke dragged over Julian’s prostate and pulled broken sounds out of him—half curse, half plea.
“Harder,” Julian panted. “Make it hurt. I want bruises.”
Alex gripped his hips hard enough to leave fingerprints and gave it to him—punishing, relentless, balls slapping Julian’s ass with every thrust. Sweat slicked their skin. The island creaked under Julian’s weight. Alex reached around, wrapped a fist around Julian’s leaking cock, and jerked him rough, thumb pressing into the slit on every upstroke.
“You’re mine,” Alex said, voice low and wrecked. “Mine.”