It.
Got.
Wet.
Poe moaned at the sensation of Gamble’s saliva wetting his underwear.
“Fuck. I don’t know what I did to get this, but thank freaking God,” he muttered, as his hips wanted to buck at the man’s mouth on his dick.
Poe was going to cum a lot.
He could already tell.
Gamble had that‘I’m on a mission’look on his face, and that meant he was likely going to conquer that man’s body.
Bless.
Him.
It was about to get wild in there.
As he tormented him, sucking the tip of his dick into his mouth, but keeping the material between them, Poe shook from the eroticism alone.
His arms were spread out, and he was at his mercy. There was no better place to be in his opinion. At a sexy Marine’s mercy was always a good time.
When he set him free, Gamble stared up his body and into his baby-blue eyes.
“How many times can you cum?” Gamble asked, desperately craving this man in ways he’d never felt before in his life.
“I don’t know. No one’s ever worn me out,” he stated simply.
Gamble grinned.
Oh, it was clear that he took that as a challenge, but that’s not what Poe had meant at all.
“No, Mate, I mean, most guys are one or two and that’s it. No one’s tested to see how much I can cum.”
He was still grinning.
Why?
That was one more thing that would be all his.
Forever.
Gamble may never be his first, but he’d be his best.
“Buckle up, Doctor. You’re about to be dehydrated for the rest of today and possibly tomorrow. I’m about to play on this playground like no one has before.”
Oh, God.
Poe was sure that this was going to kill him.
Bet.
On.
It.
