“Will…” “You say my name so pretty,” he told me, his breath drifting over the root of my cock, his mouth just a second from where I wanted it. So close, but years away. “I want you to say it just like that, all night. All dirty and desperate and wicked.” My god, I didn’t know how this was the same man who grunted half his words and thought I reckon was a full conversation. I wanted to weep for all that was inside him I didn’t know. “Yes. Yes, anything,” I promised him. “Anything you want.”
