“I used to be a Boy Scout too, Vincent.”
I would have laughed to have my earlier words tossed back at me again, but I was feeling too good. His c**k kept brushing against my prostate, and though I couldn’t get hard again so soon, waves of pleasure inundated me.
He pushed my sweatshirt up under my arms, slid his hands around my torso, and ran his fingertips through the hair that sparsely covered my chest. As sated as I was, I waited impatiently for him get his hand around my c**k. Instead, he trailed his fingers down the center of my body to circle and dip into my navel. God, he was driving me crazy.
“Quinn!”
He nipped my earlobe and continued his leisurely exploration, all the while f*****g me.
Finally he closed his fingers around my c**k, but before I could breathe a sigh of relief,
