Chapter 31 Combat Cocks—Iii

• Jules moaned against Reed’s mouth, the kiss breaking into ragged breaths as Reed’s cock sank deep again. Slower this time—but heavier, filthier, as if now that they’d crossed the line, there was no going back. His thrusts were measured, dragging against every nerve ending, each one punched in with his full weight like he was fucking the air out of Jules’s lungs on purpose.
• “Feels different,” Jules panted. “Slower. Meaner.”
• Reed licked sweat off Jules’s cheek and kept moving, driving in until Jules gasped, body arching, skin slick against the floor. “You feel different. Like you need it deeper.”