Page 62 of Adored
Because he was enjoying that renewed sense of self, he leaned down, and bit Poe on the neck, giving him one hell of a hickey.
The man whimpered.
He loved that feeling of Gamble marking him.
He.
Was.
His.
“Please,” Poe whispered. “Again,” he begged, and his mate complied, but this time, he bit his nipple, making Poe’s body buck off of the bed in pain.
And countless pleasures.
Oh, there was no doubt that Gamble had one more in him, and since he definitely did, he’d get the man to cum one way or another.
They were going over together.
“Tell me what you like,” Gamble said, and Poe obeyed.
“I love you fucking me. God. I can’t live without your cock, Gamble,” he whispered, not even ashamed. “I need it again. Fuck me again.”
Oh, well, he would.
You didn’t cum without your partner when you were driving the pleasure bus.
Not in his world.
Only, Gamble wanted to change it up.
Reaching up, he undid Poe’s wrists, and saw the disappointment.
It made him grin.
“Oh, don’t worry, Doctor. We’re just changing positions,” he admitted, and then rolled, putting Poe above him, but still controlling his wrists behind his back.
Poe couldn’t think.
He was riding Gamble’s thick cock, and his hands were still trapped but this time, behind his back.
“Ride me,” he told Poe. “I want you to milk my cock for the next load.”
In all of his life, no one had ever spoken like that to him.
And he liked it.
Oh, God.
He wanted to be Gamble’s cum slut in the worst way.
Without hesitation, he began bouncing on his dick, giving his man what he wanted.
Control.
The whole time, Poe’s dick was back to the upright position, and he was on the cusp of losing another load of cum. There was something so hot about how Gamble was watching him.
Jesus.
