Chapter 13

“You like that, don’t you?” Jason scratched fingernails lightly—so very lightly—over sizzling red handprints. “You like the way it feels, getting off on my leg, making that pretty cock feel so nice, and you just can’t help yourself, can you? You just feel too good, when I’m spanking you, don’t you, baby?”

“Jason,” Colby wailed, shuddering against him. Jason brought a hand down across his backside, centered and hard, and Colby shrieked in sudden pleasure.

“Mine,” Jason said. “You knowit. I love you, Colby, and I love living with you, and being yours, too.”

One more, not as hard as the last one because Colby was trembling and mumbling broken little sounds, not exactly sobbing, body languid and lax with complete joyous capitulation except for the rigid dripping line of his cock. He let out that same small happy sound again as Jason rubbed his ass, kneading the burn of it in more deeply.