Onhim.
I could stay here forever, just dry humping him into oblivion.
“Do you want to come, baby? Your cock is throbbing like crazy in my hand.”
“If I say yes, you’ll just say no.”
“Correct.” I smile as I lick the small yin and yang tattoo. “But we can rectify that.”
“How?”
My voice drops an octave. “Tell me who you had better kisses with.”
“I just said that to piss you off.” He rubs his ass against my cock and groans. He’s probably doing it unconsciously because he’s used to me fingering him while jerking him off.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah…”
“You did manage to piss me off.” I tug on his cock a few times.
“Ah, fuck…yes…”
“No.” I squeeze his cock again, just as I feel him shudder.
“Why the fuck did you stop?”
“Because you’re not allowed to come.”
“But I already answered your question.”
“Doesn’t matter. You can’t go unpunished.”
He lets out a whine, trying to escape, but I keep him in an unrelenting hold. Then I slap the side of his ass and his thigh, making him jerk and release these addictive moans.
“You’re leaking, baby. Pain makes you so horny, doesn’t it?”
“Ungh…let me come…” He humps himself all over my cock. “I’ll let you come on my ass.”
“Mmm. Tempting.”
“You know you want to.” He tilts his head in my direction, and, fuck me, his lust-drenched face looks divine—so real and raw. Probably the most genuine part of him I’ve ever seen.
Idid that.
I amdoing that to Preston Armstrong.
“Do I?” I drawl.
“You’ve been having withdrawals, too. Your cock f-feels…mmmff…heavier than usual.”
Of course, the little minx noticed that. It’s almost terrifying to think of how thick my cock became at the mere idea of him over the past few weeks. Now that I have the real deal in my hands, it’s about to explode.
I pull my own aching cock out and jerk it a few times. “You’ll take my cum over this red ass, baby?”
“Yeah…”
“You’ll let me paint you with my cum?”
