Bab 52: Chapter 52

Wills fisted his fingers in the sheets and moved back and forth in sync with my thrusts.

He was born to bottom. He liked it—loved it, I could tell—but he bit at the pillow in an effort to muffle his moans and whimpers. This was the third time he’d tried to stifle the sounds he made. Why?

I leaned forward and reached around to rub my thumb over his bottom lip, and he released the pillow with a gasp. His lips were lush, and they’d felt good under mine. I wondered what they would look like wrapped around my cock one day. Would he be willing to do that?

I slid the index finger of my free hand into his mouth, teasing his tongue, and he started sucking on it. He sucked on the second and third finger I slid into his mouth, and I fucked his mouth in rhythm to fucking his ass.