“Will you ever stop pretending you want me to?” he countered. “D o you ever stop?” Wes almost turned away after asking the question but for some reason he couldn’t, so he just lay there, watching Braden. Braden let his head roll to the side, to see whisky eyes looking at him. He remembered Wes’s words when he’d arrived, how he wanted to come soon. When his body felt bled dry, he rolled off Wes and onto the bed. His cock jerked inside Wes as he continued to pump through his orgasm. It was all he needed to knock him over the edge, too. Wes’s hand moved faster, then he groaned, his body jerking in completion under Braden. I’m about to fucking lose it, Wesley.” He thread his arms under Wes’s from behind and let his hands grip his shoulders.

He tried to position them so he had more space without stopping his movements, wanting as deep inside him as he could get. This time when Wes’s hand moved down, he didn’t stop Wes from jerking himself off. Leaning over his back, he slammed into him. Braden growled as he jerked out of him, as he flipped Wes over to lie on his stomach before pushing inside again. “I want more.”Ĭhrist, that almost made him come right there. It felt like someone injected pleasure into him, needles in every inch of his body, yet he still wanted more. Wes’s feet dug into Braden’s legs as he pumped, as Wes’s body squeezed his cock oh so fucking right.

He took Wes’s mouth, owning it as he thrust as long and deep as he could. “You like it when I talk.”īefore Wes could argue with him, Braden pulled out and shoved forward again.

“You’re too damn sexy.”īraden shook his head, leaned over Wes’s body and pushed inside. “I want you right there.” Then he ran his hand down Wes’s chest, let his fingers run through the hair there, just touching.

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