It was hard to focus on Markle’s body when Markle’s firm grip finally locked around Frye’s shaft. A duel exploration made sense, but Frye had to force his mind to keep to the task. It was easy to lose himself in the feel of Markle’s warm skin, and how expertly his fingers attacked.
To rekindle his concentration, Frye finally allowed himself to take Markle’s cock inside his mouth. The hard protrusion made him salivate. He started near the tip—teasing again—but couldn’t keep it up for long. He wanted to take it all in. His hands snaked around to grip Markle’s ass, holding him in place as Frye took the cock deep down his throat.
Though Markle could make no noise, Frye could still feel the moan that wracked Markle’s whole body.
Now, Frye moved in earnest. He was ready to have his prize, to taste everything Markle had to give. Markle must have come to the same conclusion, because his lips encased Frye’s cock and he responded with the same desperation.