The Good Teacher

While Issac could hardly breathe with her hand wrapped around his warm, engorged flesh, Maxi's lustful eyes were filled with mad fascination. She licked her lips while staring at his massive member like a dog salivating for its delicious bones. She couldn't wait to have him and would relish every bit of it. 

She stroked him tentatively and Issac let out a string of curses, shutting his eyes and reveling in the sensation. But Maxi's strokes were maddeningly slow and gentle, so he opened his eyes to coax her for a faster pace only for his mouth to drop open. 

Maxi was not just touching him, she was studying him. The damn horse shifter was checking his length, tracing every veins and ridges and testing the weight of him. 

Issac let out a deep breath before gritting his teeth, "Don't you think it's a

a little bit too late for this." 

"Patience, love, holding it in is another form of self-control," Maxi told him while he pulsated beneath her hand.