Chapter 66 Ducking Thief Ii

• Jamie bounced on my cock, thighs trembling, chest heaving, sweat slicking his skin. He was gasping with every grind of his hips, mouth parted, lips raw from kissing, moaning my name like a prayer and a curse.
• I watched him come undone—his back arched, lashes fluttering, every sound spilling from his throat like he couldn't hold it in anymore. The tie still pulled his arms back, his shoulders drawn tight, making his chest stick out, perfect for my mouth. I leaned in, bit the other nipple, sucked until he whimpered and ground down harder on me.
• “Fuck,” I growled, gripping his hips tight enough to bruise. “Look at you now.”