“Oh, no? I think I’ve been taking it too easy with you, tough guy. I’m going to fuck you into tomorrow, Mark. You’re going to be so used to the feel of my cock in your ass, if I haven’t had you at least once a day you’re going to wonder if I don’t…don’t want you anymore.” He took a piece of skin at the nape of my neck between his lips and worked it hard enough to leave a mark.
“Promises, promises,” I mocked, then groaned again as he changed the angle of his strokes and hit my prostate. “Oh, fuck! Do that again!”
“Do you like when I do that…baby?”
I wasn’t going to ask him to say my name. That would show insecurity, and I was neverinsecure.
Instead, I reached for my cock. “Fuck yeah.”
“No.” He grabbed my wrist.
“What? What are you doing, Mann?” I growled. His fingers covered mine. The need to come was growing almost unbearable, and if he stopped me from touching myself, I was going to flip him over and start fucking him.