“I hate edging. I can’t do it.” I can’t. I remember trying it in the hopes I’d be able to prolong my jerk-off sessions, but I always end up rushing to the big finish anyway. “Oh, I could edge you, Liam.” He smiles, and I involuntarily tense at the predatory gleam in his eyes. “Tie you up and tease you. Bring you to the edge over and over again for hours, wait until you’re crying and begging for it, and still deny you.” His voice reminds me of Bash’s right now, deep and husky. Sultry in a way that has me aware of every square inch of my skin. “You’d end up coming without my say-so, and then I’d
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