One Look: A grumpy, single dad small town romance

“Tell me you want me to feel the back of your throat with this cock.”
Lark took me in one hand, then smiled and licked the bead of precum from the head of my dick. “I want it. I want every inch of you.”
“Is that right? You want me so deep you gag and then I feed you another inch?”

“Oh god Wyatt. This dick—” He was setting a delicious, brutal pace, fucking me hard, just as he promised.
“Maybe next time I’ll even let you gag on it.”