Nico wasn’t handsome, exactly, but he had a body that wouldn’t quit and a mouth like a Hoover. His dark brown skin glistened with sweat as I f****d him, his hands held in one of mine above his head so I could keep him right where I wanted him to be. He begged for it constantly, and while that usually stroked my ego, I found it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I let go of his hands and pulled out, turning him roughly onto his stomach. Nico liked it that way, too.
“That asshole of yours is greedy, little man. Tell me why I should give you more,” I growled, holding his hip with one hand and using the other to paint his hole with my lube-covered c**k.
“Because you f**k better than anybody else in the world.”
Not enough. “And?” I kept teasing him with the circles, pushing in a little, pulling o
