Marcus’s tongue was hot and thick against my hole, pressing flat at first, then pointing, sliding right past the tight ring like he owned it. 

I gasped loud, my face buried in the couch cushion, ass pushed back shamelessly. 

Six months of nothing had left me so clenched that even his tongue felt huge, stretching me open in slow, wet circles. 

Every flick sent sparks up my spine.  

I was dripping pre-cum onto the leather, a steady puddle forming under me.

He groaned into my skin, the vibration making me clench around nothing. “So fucking tight, Ansel. Like you’ve never been touched back here.”

“I haven’t,” I whimpered. “Not since…...