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He collects himself. I watch his massive cock disappear again behind his pants as he zips up, and I almost wish he left it out even as it softened so I could memorize the image of it in my mind.
“Thank you,” I utter, my voice coming out low and hoarse.
He doesn’t miss a beat. “You’re welcome.”
I can’t help but puff out a laugh. “Of course.”
“What?” he protests.
“Of course you like being thanked, even when you’re the one who came.”
He lifts an eyebrow. “You basically begged me for it.”
My cock throbs as I look up at him. He’s watching me closely, his eyes trained on me like I’m prey he’s still actively tracking.
“And you’re fucking crazy,” I whisper. “Taking my air from me like that.”
I start to slowly stroke my cock again, and right now I don’t care that I probably look desperate and pathetic on the ground in front of him. It dawns on me that he could easilyleave me here like this, hard and dripping for him, and walk away.
“Did you like that?” he asks. “When I cut off your airway?”
I swallow. “Yes.”
Why do I keep telling you the truth?
“I want you to remember this. Next time you come, and the time after that, too.”
I swallow. “Okay.”
You power-hungry tyrant.
He starts to move and I come to terms with the fact that he might be leaving. It was a fun experiment. Certainly solid material for the spank-bank.
But he steps behind me instead of heading for the door.
Thensitsbehind me, putting his arms around my waist, and suddenly I’m wrapped in his warmth. He bats my hand away from my cock and for a moment, I truly believe he’s going to continue the torture and not let me come.
But his fingers close around my dick, and he gives it a squeeze. He starts to stroke, taking over the job.
It’s far too good.
It’s been way too long.
“You’re going to have to tell me if I’m doing it wrong,” he demands. “Only ever touched my own dick before, so I’m just going to do what feels good on me.”
“Chase, Jesus Christ,” I utter. “You don’t have to, if?—”
“It’s not fair if I don’t get you back, though. It’s one of my rules. Like… bad karma, or something, if I don’t. I never leave women high and dry.”
“Well, I’m not a woman.”
“Do you want me to touch you, or not?” he asks, irritation rising in his voice, his fist going still on my dick. He still squeezes me hard, but pauses mid-stroke. “It doesn’t have to be athing. I’m not a homophobe or something, and I’m sure as fuck not afraid.”
I pause, my body feeling frozen for a moment. “Obviously I want it. I just doubt that you do.”
He grips my cock harder. “Relax. Let me return the favor.”
I watch his hand move between my legs, exhaling as he charges forward.
