Julian Sterling trembled violently, a leaf caught in the throes of a hurricane. His knees, having long since turned to water, buckled beneath his weight, threatening to send him collapsing onto the floor. But escape was impossible. Ethan Caldwell's arm was a band of steel around his waist, locking him in place with bruising possessiveness, while his other hand moved with terrifying intent.
Ethan's large hand reached down, bypassing the trembling thighs to capture Julian's flaccid, exhausted manhood. With a roughness that made Julian gasp, Ethan yanked the softened flesh backward, pulling it taut against the curve of his groin.
The action was calculated and cruel. It forced Julian's body to arch sharply forward, his spine curving into a desperate bow. More critically, the angle shifted the internal geometry of their union, exposing the sensitive prostate, the male G-spot, completely to the mercy of Ethan's invasion.
