Chapter 17

“Oh, now, love,” Kris said, “not too much excitement, we’re going slow, taking good care of you,” and stopped rubbing his cock, and Justin just lay there and whimpered Kris’s name and did some more shameless begging, and Kris loved him.

He twisted fingers, pumped them in and out, crooked them at the right angle—and Justin shrieked and tensed and quivered, back arching. “Kris—oh, Kris, oh—”

Kris stopped. “Still all right?”

“So…so much…so close…” Justin panted some more, got breath back, shook his head. “Not too much…too much more…I can’t…please fuck me, please let me come, please make me come with you in me, I need…I need to…”