““Ahh… So good, Tate,” Logan said as he jacked his hips forward, his dick sliding through Tate’s fist. “You’re so sexy,” Tate whispered. “The way you move. The way you sound. The way you say my name like it’s a prayer.” Logan growled, his arousal now at a fever pitch, judging by the flushed cheeks and tightly bunched jaw, and then Tate bit down on his lower lip and said, “Say it again like that as you come down my throat.””
