When he pulls back, the heat in his sapphire eyes could melt the Arctic tundra as he crawls into my lap, thighs straddling mine. My cock aches behind my zipper, and despite my protests about wanting to get naked right away, there’s a big part of me pleading for Hayes to strip me bare and have his way with me anyway. Especially when his ass starts grinding down on my dick with every slow, seductive movement of his hips. “Oh, shit,” I mutter, my head falling back against the couch. “That feels so fucking good.” Hayes’ low hum has my stomach knotting some more as he leans forward, claiming my
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