“Arch your back.” When he obeys beautifully, I tease his hole with the fat head of my dick, giving him just the tip until he’s almost spitting. “You fucking bastard,” he growls, bucking beneath me. But I’m bigger than him. “This is what you want,” I tell him, and he doesn’t disagree—he can’t disagree. But he can call me an evil shit and swear that, “If you don’t fuck me now, Griff, I will ruin your life.” “I find it really hot when you threaten me.” My dick pulses like it’s testifying. “Fuck me, then,” Olu snaps, but there’s a desperate edge to his voice, and he’s rutting against the sheets
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