Chapter 97
“Again!” I pleaded, demanded, urged.
He ran a fingernail over first one nipple and then the other, while his other hand pumped my cock. I bowed my back, trying to take him deeper, and kept rocking my hips.
As if from a distance I heard the sounds I was making, and at any other time I’d have been embarrassed. Manns weren’t vocal in that manner.
“That’s it. Wail for me, baby!”
“Ma-Mark! I feel….” My balls tightened.
“You’re gonna come, Quinn.” He twisted a nipple just hard enough. He jerked my cock, just fast enough. He shoved his cock into me, just deep enough. I clamped down on him and spasmed around the bulk inside me, shooting milky fluid over his hand. “That’s it. Milk me, baby, milk every drop of come out of my cock.”
Vincent held himself still, and heat flooded into my back passage, so much that some dribbled out, tickling the sensitive skin behind my balls.
“Did you like that, Quinn? Quinn?”
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