“I don’t—” He presses his finger to my lips, eyes ping-ponging between mine, then he whispers, “Don’t ruin it. For once, just shut your fucking mouth.” Then he grabs my neck and slants our lips together once more. His hand continues down to the button of my jeans, getting them open before shoving his hand inside, fingers wrapping around my dick. He’s not hesitant. Not resistant at all. Just dives right in and begins stroking my cock, and I have to admit, I like his confidence.
