Raw Surrender: 35 Filthy M/M Tales
I cried out, hands fisting the sheets as he bobbed his head, tongue swirling around me.
“Fuck, your mouth...Ryan...slow down...” I begged, hips bucking up. He held my thighs open wider, taking me deeper until his nose pressed against my stomach.
He pulled off with a wet pop. “Taste so good. But I want more.”
Two thick fingers pressed against my hole without warning. He pushed one inside, rough and insistent.
“Too dry...fuck, it burns,” I hissed, clenching around the intrusion.
“You’ll take it.” He worked the finger deeper, curling it until he found that spot. My cock jumped and I moaned loud. “There it is. Your prostate loves this, doesn’t it, little brother?”
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