Chapter 72

“My turn,” Maverick said wickedly, tightening his free hand around Dirk’s cock while continuing his exquisite torture. Then, relenting somewhat, he thrust in another finger to stretch Dirk, removed them both, and pressed the head of his cock to Dirk’s entrance.

“About fucking time,” Dirk grumbled, his gaze locked on Maverick.

Maverick laughed. “Definitely fucking time.” Then he pushed in, moving slowly at first.