KALE's POV

“Gregory’s,” I said.

Richard would never suck my length. Not once. It was beneath him. All he ever did was jerk me off like a toy or wreck me until I couldn’t remember my name.

A dark, knowing smirk curled his lips as he sank lower. Then, in one swift motion, he gripped the waistband of my boxers and yanked them down.

My breath caught, and my hands shot forward to stop him but he caught both wrists and pinned them above me on the couch.

He held me there, stretched open, and exposed.

My length stood hard, flushed red and leaking, the thick head pointed right at...