“My tongue,” he said, and scraped his teeth over the stubble of Tate’s cheek. “My fingers,” he said, as he thrust his erection against him. Then Logan brushed his lips over Tate’s ear and whispered, “And then my cock. All inside that tight little hole of yours in the next sixty minutes.”

“My tongue,” he said, and scraped his teeth over the stubble of Tate’s cheek. “My fingers,” he said, as he thrust his erection against him. Then Logan brushed his lips over Tate’s ear and whispered, “And then my cock. All inside that tight little hole of yours in the next sixty minutes.”

— Ella Frank