ANSEL’s POV

Gael’s hand clamped around my throat, forcing my head back against the pillow. His breath was ragged, hot against my ear. “That’s it. Use me. Rub against me like a desperate slut.”

And I did. I continued to ground up into him shamelessly, my cock screaming for release. The pressure was maddening—too much, not enough, everything at once.

My thighs quivered, my abs clenched, every nerve on fire.

I felt him throbbing against me, leaking just as much as I was. His hips bucked harder, faster, our cocks battering each other like bumper cars of flesh.

The sensation tore through me, humiliating but addictive. I couldn’t think anymore....