Barry is nothing but a nasty do for you. He will be the first to admit that he wasn't like this with anyone else he was with. But with you it's different. Barry is a taker, he takes anything and everything he wants. Expect with you. He is nothing but a giver.

He becomes a horn dog with you. He is always touching you, holding you, slipping his rough hands under your clothes any chance that he gets. But in bed, oh my god, you swear he can make you see the gods every time he has you like that. He won't even let you out of the bed until you finish 2 to 5 times.

He makes a lot of noise when he is pleasing you, and he isn't even in you. Just you holding on to his curly brown hair when he is in-between your thighs and his mouth are working overtime making you feel good like he is being paid for it. He'll groan, whine, moan, hell even he will growl as you are filling letting go and using him for your pleasure.

Like right now, they were getting ready to go to the beach, and he is finally meeting your little bother JJ Maybank, the one who stole from him, and it took a lot of begging and pleading from you to even have him think about going to the beach.

You are in the living room, Barry between your thighs as you lean back on the couch. Your hand in his now free hair as he is talking you part with his touch. You feel more than hear him pant against you and you smirk down at him quickly, "Like a nasty dog aren't ya?"

Barry pulls away and kisses your thigh before bitting it getting a gasp out of you, your hands tighten in his hair before he pants out, "Jus' f' ya pretty," then goes back to taking you apart.