“f**k, you’re so open for me, Luke,” Hardy says in wonder. “Taking three of my fingers like this. God, you’re perfect, boy.”
Lust and fascination are etched across Hardy’s face. He peers at Luke with blown pupils, the dilation so large Luke can barely pick the icy hue of his eyes. Surprisingly, his cheeks are tinged a soft pink. Of course, his d**k has also gotten the memo. The man’s c**k is trapped inside his jeans, rock-hard and begging for attention.
“Watching you like this, giving yourself to me,” Hardy babbles, almost like to himself. “f**k, I can’t take it. I need to f**k you. I need you, boy.”
Before Luke has time to process his words, Hardy grabs Luke by the middle and flips him over until his face is squished on the pillow and his ass is displayed up in the air. He hears Hardy
