Gregory lifted his hands from where they had been gripping my shirt and held my face in a vicelike grip. He wanted all of my mouth and he took it, stormed the battlements, and conquered the castle. I felt weak and strong at the same time.
He gave me everything and our tongues mated second after second, the mating messy, saliva running down our chins as my c**k turned into thick, hard steel. I could feel the same thing happening to Gregory. It was heady.
Gregory briefly broke contact to catch his breath, his hair all over the place. He was breathing heavily and the lust in his eyes likely matched mine.
“You,” he said. “I want you. I want to make you mine.” And then he grabbed my hair in one fist as he sucked my Adam’s apple, hard enough for my c**k to throb, so close was I to coming. God
