Chapter 35 Too Good To Be True

• The world narrowed to this man and this moment. Hot flesh enveloped Brice’s crown. The skin drew on Brice in a tightness and a softness that had Brice wanting to scream Clay’s name. Clay stopped, and Brice shook.
• “Concentrate on my hand while I’m inside of you. Remember to think about pushing me out.” Brice continued to stroke Clay’s length. “Go at your pace.”
• Clay gasped but then relaxed. He sank slightly onto Brice’s cock. When Wicks arched his back, Brice’s other hand dug into a pillow. That move was like watching pornography, and Brice almost moaned out loud. With a soft, hitching breath, Clay worked his tight hole down Brice’s erection, gradually rocking back and forth.