Chapter 29

“Time to get you off, Hatch. I want to watch you come. What do you say?”

“I’m game,” I chattered, gritting my teeth, ready to shoot off a load at any second, almost finding the minutes on the bed with him far too erotic, nothing that I felt in control of, his and only his; not that I really cared, of course.

Riding me slowly, continuing to build sweat between us, feeling his still-erect cock slide in and out of my rump, his left hand found the flag between my legs, and he began to stroke it up and down. Above me, swaying to and fro, pleasuring the both of us, he whispered down to me, “Come for me, Hatch. Show me what you have. Let me enjoy the show.”

He cranked me off. I remember that now in explicit detail, something I will never forget. One upward thrust and downward pull with his left hand turned into a dozen or more. One. Two. Three. Four. Seven. Nine. Eleven. Twelve.

“Pump my grip. Raise those hips, Hatch.”