“Oh, someone just came.”
Graham rode out the pleasure, and then, realized what he’d done.
And he was glad.
Now, he’d be punished in ways he only dreamed of, and for that, he was glad.
He felt the bed move, and when it did, D’Artangnan was beside him, one hand on his dick, and one hand forcing his head to the side.
Before he could say a thing, he took his mouth, brutally. He choked him with his thick dick, forcing it down his throat until he gagged and his eyes watered.
“Look up at me,” he ordered.
And Graham did.
The whole time, he kept his throat open, and took all the man had to offer. Every now and again, he’d choke him with his cock, cutting off his breathing.
How had he given this up?
How had he let this perfect Top slip away?
Graham hated himself for that.
Fuck never leaving Scotland. For this, every day, he’d leave right now—if he could. What he’d learned was being with D’artangnan was far better than losing him.
Lesson learned.
He choked him and when he slipped his big dick from between his lips, there was that long line of saliva from his lips to the head of his erection.
D’Artangnan moaned at the visual.
What he wanted was to fuck this man so hard he walked funny for a month.
“Tell me who owns this mouth.”
And Graham did.
“You do. It’s always you.”
He was rewarded with D’Artangnan’s dick being driven back down his throat, until he couldn’t breathe again.
Then, he faced fucked him.
HARD.
The sounds of the man slurping on his erection filled the room, and drove D’Artangnan to the edge.
“Come on, my sexy bottom. Make me cum,” he muttered, wanting to fill his belly with everything he had in his balls.
Graham obeyed.
It was the least he could do for the man who owned him mind, body, and soul.
And it didn’t take long.
As Graham took his dick down his throat, his hips were moving again, and he was trying to get off again with that pillow.
“Yessss!” he hissed, not letting his head move, but instead using his face to get off. “Your mouth is too much,” he muttered,as his balls stopped slapping Graham on the chin, and instead, tucked up into his sack.
