Chapter 30 Combat Cocks—Ii
- Jules choked on the stretch. His body jolted, boots scraping against loose rock, arms braced against the rough wall as Reed buried every inch inside him. No warning. No mercy. Just cock and pressure and a deep, tearing fullness that made his spine curve and his mouth fall open without a sound.
- “Breathe,” Reed ordered again, but he was already moving.
- Pulling out halfway. Slamming back in.