บท 89: Chapter 89

I shivered at the feel of him measuring his length in me over and over again, poundingmy prostate each time. He wound his fingers through mine and rested his weight against my back, while his hips drove into me relentlessly.

“Mark! More!”

“Sure, baby.” He freed one of his hands and brought the fingers to my mouth. “Open up.” He slid them past my lips, and I expected to taste the chocolate of the lube we’d found together in Cape Cod, but he was using the fingers of his other hand, and he fucked my mouth as his cock fucked my ass.

I whimpered and sucked his fingers deeper, teasing them with the tip of my tongue.