I’m holding on to my last thread of patience here. My muscles are all bunched up, my hips straining to remain still.
I lick the shell of his ear and he shivers. “What do you want me to do, Preston?”
“I don’t care,” he says in a dead, emotionless voice.
“In that case.” I pull out, even as my entire body protests and precum glistens on the tip of my cock.
Preston’s eyes widen, and I think I see a flash of disappointment, but it disappears too soon. Maybe I imagined it.
I jerk myself a few times. It doesn’t take me long. I’ve been on the verge of coming since I breached his tight rings of muscles.
My balls draw up, and I release a groan. “Take my cum like a good boy.”
He lets out a huff, and then I’m spurting all over his ass, painting the red skin with my cum.
Preston hisses, then grunts because I still have his cock in my hand, and he’s so sensitive and on the edge.
“L-let me come.”
“No.”
“You already came on my ass, prick.”
“You made that bargain, not me.” I tug on his cock once, then stop. “This is your punishment for ignoring me.”
“Oh…fuck…”
Jerk. Stop.“Stay with me, baby. We’ve only just gotten started. I can edge you for hours.”
“Ungh…shit.”
Jerk. Stop.
His noises of frustration and arousal are music to my ears.
He lets out a long puff of air. “What do you want, Marcus?”
“Us being exclusive.”
“You said you didn’t want that earlier!”
“I don’t want it as we currently are, no.”Jerk.“If you agree to be more cooperative, I do want it.”
“W-what does being cooperative mean…fuck!”
“No ignoring or ghosting.”Jerk.“Communicating properly.”Jerk.“Meeting regularly.”Jerk.“No using me to fuck, then disappearing. I’m not your sex doll.”
“That sounds like a relationship.”
I grin as I stop. “If that’s what you want, I can be convinced.”
“It’s not…fuck…I want to come…”
“Is that a yes to my terms?”
“Yes…”
“Say that again.”
