"Yes! Fuck yes! Don't stop!"
Lionel's rhythm became erratic, frantic. He could feel the coil of pleasure tightening low in his gut.
He pulled out suddenly, flipping Reggie onto his back on the couch. Reggie's eyes were glazed, his lips swollen. Lionel shoved his knees up toward his shoulders, spreading him wide open, and plunged back in.
This was mating press. He had Reggie pinned, utterly vulnerable, his legs trapped, taking every inch of Lionel's dick at a devastating angle.
Lionel fucked down into him, his hips pistoning, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud and obscene.
"I'm gonna come," Reggie sobbed, his body tensing. "Lio, I'm gonna…"
"Do it.m" Lionel commanded, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder, aimed directly at Reggie's prostate. "Squirt all over me. Let me feel it. That's what you do best.."
