Chapter 163 L4

• Princely gripped Noble’s hip as he wrapped his other hand around his dick, his thumb pressing deliberately against the barbell. Noble cried out, and his hips stuttered forward into Princely’s fist.
• “Show me,” Princely breathed, “Show me how.”
• Noble’s breath hitched. He shifted his weight, still straddling Princely’s hips, and his hand came down to cover Princely’s, where it gripped his hip. His fingers were trembling as he guided Princely’s hand back over the curve of his ass, pressing his palm flat against the firm muscle.