The taste, the feel of Nate in his mouth was intoxicating. He had not had sex in a couple weeks and had been starting to feel it. If Emerson had not pushed him to buying a slave and there had not been the snow storm, he would be out at a club picking someone else up.
Nate was not going like he wanted. So he leaned in, taking him deep into his throat. He couldn't remember the last time his gag reflexes has kicked in. He wanted this hard and fast, he wanted his throat to hurt in the morning. He wanted Nate to thrust into his mouth, use him. He wanted it all.