This time, the most pathetic whimper of all time escaped me—making him chuckle. “You’re just dying for release, huh?” “Yes,” I whispered, practically delirious. “I n-need to come.” “Then pull out that gorgeous cock and get yourself off,” he casually suggested, leaning forward until his breath was tickling my lips. “I want you to soak me in it. Just close your eyes and pretend I’m one of your cape chasers—” “I don’t wanna pretend,” I mumbled as I quickly wrestled myself free, totally game for this fucked up plan. “I like looking at you…”
