Chapter Sixty-One
It had been too long since I had punished King. But it felt like we both needed it, reaching for the body oil that we kept in the shower. I uncapped the bottle and lathered my c**k up before putting the bottle down and lining myself up with his waiting asshole.
He thrust back, grinding his ass back against me and with a growl. I thrust into him, not stopping to work him into it the way he had done with Sandra. No, King had taken me before. He liked the pain of my c**k stretching him, filling his ass.
“Fuck.” King hissed and I pulled out before thrusting into him again and again. My pace was rough but I knew he needed it, I needed it.
The sounds of our f*****g filled the room, his deep moans and my rough breathing. He met me thrust for thrust. I reached around his body
