Chapter 58

Mark gasped. “Oh… fuck….”

Francis smiled at him, but the way his hips jerked forward and his eyes looked a bit wild told Mark that he wasn’t as in control as he was trying to seem.

He kept pushing in and pulling back for a moment, then finally, finally he bottomed out.

“Tell me when I can move, darling,” Francis said with a grunt as he held himself still.

Mark nodded quickly, “Please.”

It was like nothing he’d expected. He’d thought it would be painful or feel odd in a bad way. His logical mind said people wouldn’t do anal sex if it didn’t feel good, but it hadn’t occurred to him how many nerve endings were down there, and how much his prostate would like this sort of thing.

Mark must’ve been a bit wide-eyed, because after a while of fucking him steadily, Francis stopped and looked at him.

“Are you all right, Mark?” Francis frowned and cupped his cheek.

“Yes, I’m… I’m good. This is just a bit… mind-blowing.” Mark smiled weakly.