Chapter 22Dakota
The top of his head hit the backboard. Not hard, just enough to notice. It happened again and again. He could have stopped it, adjusted the position—but Terrell was close. He had a sort of glazed expression on his face as he bent over him. His grip on Dakota’s leg tightened ever so slightly. The speed and depth of his thrusts increased. His breathing grew heavy, and his mouth dropped open.
Dakota moaned, in part to help him along. While he absolutely enjoyed their exchange, he wasn’t anywhere near climax. Hell, he might not get there. One of the symptoms of his disease was the inability to perform, and it’d gotten in the way a few times before. But it didn’t bother him too much in this moment. They didn’t get to have s*x as often as he would like. He wanted to see Terrel
