“Look at the way you’re writhing for me,” I groan into his ear. “The way you can’t decide if you want to push back onto my cock or thrust forward into my grip, getting it from both ends. So needy.” Nipping at his earlobe, I relish the full-body shiver that rolls through him as he cries out. “Shit, Shooter,” he gasps. “I’m gonna… nngh… I’m gonna come.” “Do it. Come for me. Let me see what I do to you, Addams.”
