Chapter 59

Jefferson’s hand was hot and tight around his shaft, and Micah couldn’t help but jerk and writhe, trying to force just a little more contact, a little more friction. Jefferson obliged, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Micah couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything except brace himself for the pleasure to scorch him completely, but Jefferson found his tongue. “I bless the lot that made me love you.”