Roman Makes Tom Beg For Release, Rock-hard And Needy

“Yeah. Gay sex Cold porridge.” Anything to stall the climax that was threatening to turn this into a one minute encounter.I pulled him toward the bed, stripping us both as we moved. That was my record.Robert sucked me until he couldn’t take it anymore, then climbed back on top and kissed me, reaching for the lube like a man on a mission. I didn’t think, I didn’t hold back. The good kind. His cock pulsed with every pass, and I could feel how close he was getting. When they did meet, that kiss got stronger.”Want me to jizz?” he asked, panting.I shook my head. Another inch. Another kiss. Every touch was confident, like our bodies had memorised each other in a past life. One more stroke and he probably would have lost it.Before that happened, his hands grabbed me and pulled me up toward him. My brain went quiet. I could feel it in him. That two-day dream turned into a months-long nightmare that nearly ruined my life. I came more than once. Third time’s the charm,” he said, kissing me again before leaving.I floated through the rest of that day with that stupid post-sex buzz that makes you check your phone every ten minutes just to make sure they haven’t vanished.