Chapter 12

He asked, “How’s that feel, Cal?”

I was speechless, ready for him to plunge his cock into me. My jaws clamped tight and my eyes felt like they’d roll right into the back of my skull. We’d crossed a line, but neither of us was complaining.

“Ready to ride me?” he asked.

“As I’ll ever be,” I replied, and—

I lowered myself onto one inch of his condom-covered pole and felt like the world was going to explode. A second inch and the air seemed to rush from my lungs. As I took three inches of his sword, I groaned as if I were in pain, even though I wasn’t. Four, five, six inches slid into me inch after inch as I enjoyed the ride. The next bit was the most painful as I pushed myself toward his base, making myself dizzy. And all nine inches of his naughtiness felt just right, and I tingled all over, right up to my firm nipples, and felt like I was on fire with male-male longing.

He sounded surprised as he said, “You took all of it.”