Perfect Love

“See that you do, Haley, or next time we’ll take our pleasure and you

won’t come.” He lay back on the wide leather couch, his cock glistening

with her saliva and his pre-cum, and Haley managed to nod and nod

again, telegraphing her own desperate need.

Warren heaved up from the chair, his sweaty skin pulling away from the

leather with a sucking sound. He lifted her easily, still speared on his cock,

and walked to the couch. Haley fought for breath as his arms gripped her

middle like a vise. It felt like he was up between her shoulder blades.

“Goddamn it, Gordon! I’m going to leave half my hide in this room. You

and your leather.”

He knelt by Gordon’s hip despite his complaint and lowered Haley over

his friend, who reached up to position her. There was no gentle glide, no

slow penetration. Gordon pulled her straight down onto him, and Warren’s