“God, I want you so bad. I missed you so much.” Mark looped his arms around my neck and spread his thighs wider, gorgeous quads tensing every time I thrust inside him. He rested his forehead on my shoulder, breath coming fast and damp on my chest. “Feel good?” he whispered. “Best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.” And that was the truth. His body was perfect, sweat slick and cut, soft in all the right places, hard in even better ones. He was perfect, and every flutter and twitch around my dick sent waves of electric pleasure coursing through me.
