“Tell your thirsty little cock to behave,” Paxton threatened, leaning down till his hot breath caressed the shell of my ear. I could smell him. The scent of wood shavings, sweat, and power trickling off his lovely skin. He gave my dick another squeeze. My hips fucked toward his grip, unable to help myself as I leaned heavily against him. Paxton easily took my weight as he played with my now fully hard cock.
