The next morning, Milo dozed in bed like a contented cat while Kaz showered. At first, the temptation to join the amazing s*x god was strong, but he wasn’t sure he had another orgasm left in him. He was utterly spent—all languid limbs and lazy bones.
Since losing his virginity at the tender age of fourteen, s*x was never a sprint for Milo. In fact, he had learned to savor the foreplay as much as the main event. But with Kaz? s*x was a f*****g marathon. Pun intended. He lost count of how many times he came and in how many positions. As soon as he thought they were done for the night, Kaz shifted him into another s****l act straight out of the Kama Sutra. The guy was an insatiable machine.
Milo had never been thoroughly used in his life. Yet a part of him was ready and willing to go anothe
