Chapter 86

Yazid brought the boxers down, too, until the cotton and the denim crumpled to the floor and those long, luxurious legs were on full display. Yazid ran his palms reverently up tight calves, and kissed the soft, perfect skin at Ali’s inner thigh.

“What do you want?” Yazid whispered there.

Ali’s silence was thrilling. Promising. Demanding.

“I want you to put that filthy mouth to good use,” Ali finally said, in a voice so deep it was little more than a rumble. “I want you to suck me off so hard I see stars when I come. And when I do, you’ll swallow it. Got it?”

Yazid felt a wide, slow smile spreading uncontrollably across his face, and leaned forward to run his tongue, slow and heavy, up the underside of Ali’s cock. “Got it,” he whispered over the head, and wrapped his lips around it.