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" Shane’s cock filled him, even as he held Reed’s wrists to the floor above his head. His hips rocked, and Reed wrapped his legs around Shane’s waist in order to drive him in faster. He half expected Shane—or Keith—to stop him from doing so but neither man was in any position to give orders. They were all caught up in the moment, Keith stroking himself, Shane’s cock hitting Reed’s gland, and Reed came first, crying out hoarsely, even as Shane buried his face in Reed’s neck and held him in place until he came as well. Finally, "
― S.E. Jakes , Bound for Keeps (Men of Honor, #5)
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" Jesus . . . Tom . . . this is reallyfuckinggood,” Prophet breathed in a rush of words. “Really fucking good, baby,” Tom echoed, smiling, the way he always did when Prophet was losing control. Prophet had lost it a long goddamned time ago when it came to Tom, but he’d be damned if he’d admit it. Out loud. Again. “Tommy . . .” And then Tom murmured, “Lije,” in his ear, his voice raspy and desperate, and Prophet shuddered, suddenly as desperate as Tom sounded. Of course, Tom noticed. And that’s when he began fucking Prophet in earnest, saying his name like a cross between a chant and a prayer, and Prophet was damned sure no one had made it sound better. No one had ever shortened it like that, but back in New Orleans, Tom had taken it and made it his own, using it every time they fucked. Like he was proving he knew Prophet, reminding Prophet that he’d let Tom in and there was no backing out now. Prophet "
― S.E. Jakes , Daylight Again (Hell or High Water, #3)
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" Shane groaned, threw his head back and shuddered. His cock dripped, his nipples were so damned tight they hurt, and he tugged on one. Hard. “He’d look good pierced,” Reed said, and Keith agreed. “Might have to get both his nipples done.” Jesus, they would too, would mark him up the way they wanted. “You’d let us, wouldn’t you?” Keith asked and Shane smiled, nodded, the bliss from his impending orgasm carrying him along. "
― S.E. Jakes , Bound for Keeps (Men of Honor, #5)