King of Thieves (Frat Wars, #1)

by Saxon James

“But it’s more than that.” He hesitates. “What do you mean?” “You’re like the sun.” “What?” “It’s like, I know I shouldn’t look, right? But I’m curious and always thinking about you, and whenever we’re in the same place, I can’t help moving closer.” He stiffens in my arms, but I don’t stop. “I know looking will hurt, but I do it anyway, and every time you blow me away. I want your warmth, your attention, and whenever you’re around, you make everything so much brighter.”

But if I’m the sun, he’s the moon. Beautiful and awe-inspiring. So pure and vibrant. Outshining the stars.

“It’s not too late to run, you know.” “Of course it is.” “Why?” “Because now I’ve met you. I couldn’t run if I tried.”

I’m falling for him, and it doesn’t scare me. I’m falling for him, and I want to be. Not only that, I want to fall faster, harder. No safety net. And when Bailey pulls back and his gorgeous blue eyes meet mine, I get my wish. I’m in free fall.

“How do you always do this?” “What?” “Make me fall for you a little more every time we’re together.” Bailey reaches down and gives my swollen cock a long, teasing tug. “All I’m doing is taking you with me.”

Turning into a whining puddle of need while your boyfriend is rimming you has to be frat as fuck, and if it isn’t, I’ll argue the point. Every man needs to experience his hole being licked at least once.