CHAPTER 42
MARCUS
His hand clamped around my throat, hardening my c**k even more.
The pressure was instant, his thick fingers pressing into the sides of my neck. My pulse hammered against his palm as my breath caught in my chest. My eyes locked on his dark, hungry eyes, and precum slipped out of the tip of my c**k.
"You like that?" He asked in a low, rough voice that vibrated through my skull. "You like being handled that way?"
I tried to speak, but the pressure on my neck was too intense, so I only nodded my head. His grip tightened even more, and my c**k twitched against his thigh.
He smiled slowly, answering his own question. "Yeah. You do."
His other hands slid down my chest and found my c**k, wrapping around the base. His grip was firm, and his palm was rough with calluses. H
