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“Ow,” he complained even as he held his face up for me to do it.
“Don’t youowme. This is what you get for letting someone else touch you.”
Once it was gone, I finished scrubbing the rest of the paint from his body and tugged him beneath the spray to rinse.
His ass was unlike anything I’d ever seen. Tight, round, and completely smooth. It practically begged for my hands, and I imagined what it was going to be like parting those perfect cheeks to reveal what was inside.
Wrapping my arms around him from behind, I plastered us together, his ass nestled in the center of my body. He stilled when I thrust my aching dick against his ass but then wiggled experimentally against it, making me groan.
Looking over his shoulder, his brown eyes bore into mine when he did it again. Heat flared inside me, and I rolled my hips again. This time, he gasped when my fat head nudged his crack.
I practically purred when the small of his back arched, pushing those round globes farther against me. Shifting, I reached between us, positioning my stiffy between his thighs, thrusting into the muscle. He panted, so I did it again, this time straining forward until my tip nudged the back of his balls.
His head fell back on my shoulder, body draping across mine as if he couldn’t stand. My palm flattened on his stomach, holding him against me as I thrust again.
His hand wrapped around his dick, and I stopped moving, fingers tightening against his abs.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I growled into his ear.
“Touching myself.”
“Did I say you could do that?”
“You said I was good.”
In a flash, I had him pinned against the wall, my body bracketing his with both his wrists pinned above his head by one of my hands.
“Look at you,” I taunted. “Desperate, aren’t you?”
“Max…”
“I bet you do that all the time, don’t you? Touch yourself while thinking of me.”
His lips rolled in, refusing to answer.
Still pinning his arms overhead, I leaned down to suck at his nipple. He cried out, melting a little more into the wall.
“Do you think of me when you touch yourself?” I repeated.
“You know I do.”
“I won’t know unless you tell me.”
He whimpered. I bit at his nipple, then flattened my tongue to drag over it.
“Yes.” He panted, twisting so I would do the same to the other. “I think of you when I touch myself. You and only you.”
I released his hands, and they fell limply at his sides. Reaching for the soap, I poured some on my hand. “You aren’t allowed to touch yourself right now, Nemo. Because I’m going to do it.”
“Hurry up already,” he grumped.
Pausing, I looked at him with a lifted brow.
He huffed. “Please.”
“I love it when you beg.”
His hips jutted out from the wall, dick jerking excitedly. I wrapped my slick hand around it and stroked. He moaned, teeth sinking into his lip as his eyes went right to my face.
