“I love it hard. Fuck me good and hard and you’ll have me screaming and begging for more and I swear to God if you stop in the middle of a good screw to ask me if I’m okay I will slap you right off side the head, you got it? You’ll know if I want you to stop, trust me.”
Dexter chuckled—a strained sound through all the panting, but he got it out.
“Yeah. I get it.”
“Good. Get on the couch.”
Colin slipped off him so that Dexter could do just that. As he lifted himself up, sliding up against the front of the couch to get on it, Colin pulled his pants down the rest of the way.