![]() ![]() Zane might not have cornered the market on introspection, but he knew this was a rare moment. ![]() He meant for everything: the last five years, tonight, the future they were going to share together. Trey’s damp dark head was near enough to pet. ![]() He squirmed fully onto the couch, then turned himself around. Without his weight, Zane felt as light as air. Trey pulled out with a groan, dropping from where he was to sit on the floor. “You didn’t hurt me,” Zane slurred obediently. “Jesus,” he said, dragging his lax mouth across Zane’s sweat-streaked skin. They both were shaking when Trey sank over him. The twists and turns of their kinks still had some surprises left. That they’d been fucking each other five years now didn’t seem to matter. Trey had touched off a switch inside him, and possibly in himself. This was a colossal ejaculation, more than could be accounted for by the week he’d gone without. He spurted over Trey’s fingers, spraying the couch, the rug-hell, maybe half of Boston. The orgasm seemed to explode inside his brain. The Billionaire Bad Boys ClubBy: Emma Holly ![]()
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