[WARNING - Spice ahead…again.]
He took his time, a slow descent that stole the air from both their lungs. The stretch was a burning pressure that consumed him entirely. Dax's head fell back against the sofa, a raw, guttural sound tearing from his throat as his body was engulfed by Chris's tight, slick heat.
Chris's own head fell forward, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps as his body adjusted to the overwhelming size of him. He could feel every pulse, every throb of the cock buried deep inside him. He paused for a moment, savoring the intimacy and the sensation of being completely possessed.
Then, he began to move.
