“You’re gorgeous,” I tell him, punching my hips. He gasps, and I repeat the motion, relishing the sound he makes. “You’re good. And kind. And so fucking sexy it kills me sometimes.” “Joey.” “I want you all the time,” I admit, the sound of my hips slapping Brad’s ass and the feel of his thighs around my dick turning my control into a tenuous thing. “All the time. And I’ll never take more than you want to give me. But I’d take everything if you let me.”
