Taylor Reign’s broad, hairless chest presses against the couch as he grips Cade Maddox’s hips, fingers digging into the taut muscle of his back while Maddox bends forward, his dark hair falling over his forehead as he guides Reign’s cock into his ass. The couch creaks under Reign’s weight, his knuckles white as he slams home, the sound of flesh meeting flesh sharp and unfiltered. Maddox’s breath hitches, his own hands gripping the armrests as Reign’s rhythm turns desperate, each thrust pulling a choked gasp from him. The air thickens with the scent of sweat and need as they move without pause, the only sound the wet slap of skin and the, unspoken hunger in their voices.
