Never in my wildest imagination did I think Blaine Yates would want to suck my dick, but judging by the way he was staring at my cock, that’s exactly what he wants to do. I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, bringing our mouths together. He melts into the kiss, and I can’t believe the fucking whimper that leaves him when I bite down on his bottom lip before soothing away the sting with my tongue. My hands wander all over him—his solid chest, his amazing thighs, his fucking awesome ass—and all the while he squirms and whines like a dog in heat.
