Page 101 of Hollow Heart

Duncan’s mouth finds mine quickly, and he shoves his tongue down my throat, kissing me like a madman as he makes haste with my pants and my aching erection.

I lick his lip ring, thrusting my cock against his hand as he fights to free me.

“You don’t have to,” I tell him, because it’s true.

I want him, so fucking bad, but I don’t want to fuck this up, either. And in my experience, most of my partners weren’t the type to reciprocate or give.

They took.

But this... this bond between us is something I’ve never felt with anyone before.

Duncan presses his thumb into my leaking slit, and I see stars.

I watch as my cock throbs, as he brings his wet thumb up to his lip, sucking it salaciously.

The groan that leaves my mouth is desperate, and I thrust my cock up against his semi-erect cock. I want his lips wrapped around my cock, I want his tongue in my fucking ass, and I want to be stuffed like a damn Thanksgiving turkey.

The desire is so much more profound than I’ve ever felt.

You cut me open and you make me free.

Polished like a stone

You stitch up my battle wounds

You break my fucking throne.

The feel drives me wild, and I can see the reflection of my lust in his eyes.

“I want to,” he says, kissing me once more.

He grinds himself against me, taking both my wrists in just one of his large hands, and I feel like I am drowning once more. In Old Spice and feverish kisses, in blissful submission.

He’s going to need more than a wardrobe.

Maybe some new equipment for his restorations.

“I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel,” he whispers against my lips before taking his free hand and wrapping it around both of our cocks.

His gaze pins me and I am powerless against the sparks flying through me as I feel him harden once more.

Christ, at this rate, I’ll buy him a vacation home in the Maldives.

His strokes are slow and torturous, and I think I could die like this.

At the mercy of Duncan McKay, in his bed.

Who needs interrogation or torture when this man can drive me to the madhouse?

Here lies Felix Hart.

May I rest in peace.

“Duncan... please...” I beg, unashamed of how desperate I sound. I want to come so bad, and I’m so close.

His touch is electric, his words everything I’ve never known I needed.

Just as I’m about to blow, he stops, and I nearly cry out when his mouth replaces his hand, and my cock hits the back of his throat.

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