![]() “Do it!”īrian’s strokes slowed down, became more deliberate. “Fucking pound your ass,” Brian hissed, his penchant for dirty talk unleashed now. He fucked Roger hard, then harder, and Roger’s face never lost its glow. ![]() Then Brian grabbed him by the hair, tilted his head back, and kissed him, hard, as he slipped a second finger in.īreak me, Roger whispered to himself.relishing Brian’s rougher treatment of him. Oh my God…” he groaned as Brian’s finger began to move, sliding in and almost out of him, keeping his sphincter from closing, massaging it, relaxing it. I'm just grateful for a sports-geared m/m read. Maybe at times a bit predictable? No matter. The emotional writing has a passionate energy contrasting the character dynamics pretty perfectly with some pretty sexy man-on-man-heat. It creates a-sort-of tactile reading experience with some really relatable moments. ![]() If anything it's these details that reinforce the story's credibility. There's a lot to appreciate in the football and baseball technicalities.without being overly abundant or overbearing. ![]() This is one well-balanced pot of testosteroni-ravioli crafted into one juicy man-love story. ![]() But I'm kind of f'ing simple in the fictional sporting arena.too. Testosterone+Sports+Muscle+Cock+Jocks= Happier than a pig in shit (me). ![]()
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