Marie Reynard

He sucked Hunter’s cock like it was his life’s purpose, not just his job.

What the actual fuck?
Why didn’t Hunter want Richard to cuddle him?
Or to fuck him again this goddamn second?
Could he not see Richard was half-hard?
Wait. Why would he care if Hunter wanted to be cuddled? That wasn’t his job.

And god, Richard’s dinners. The man cooked as well as he fucked—an utterly unfair combination.