In the safety of Luther's head, he thinks all sorts of possessive, heated things, about how it's his man coming down his throat, and how anything in Darrow that wants to take him away can just fucking try.
He sucks until there's nothing else, and his own cock throbs between his thighs as he rises.
"Jesus," he murmurs, grinning. "That's a hell of a lot more what I was thinking tonight was gonna be like."
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He sucks until there's nothing else, and his own cock throbs between his thighs as he rises.
"Jesus," he murmurs, grinning. "That's a hell of a lot more what I was thinking tonight was gonna be like."