The pressure mounted quickly, and I could tell where it was going.
“I don’t think I’m going to make it much longer,” I warned.
Liam pulled back slightly and grabbed my shaft. “No, not yet,” he ordered.
Ah, it was painful…and yet, so fucking hot.
“Not until I say so,” he insisted. “Not until it’s so unbearable that there’s no other way.”
“I think we’re pretty fucking close to that.”
“Your cum is mine. I earned it, so I get to decide when you spill it.”
I nodded, and he continued pushing, not offering any stimulation on my shaft, just holding it tight.
But the pressure. God, I didn’t know how a person could be so aroused and not reach the end. I twisted about, groaning because it was some sort of fucked-up place between agony and absolute pleasure that I was trapped in, some sort of sexual purgatory.
I didn’t know how much longer he could stimulate my prostate like that, leave me there without release, when he finally said, “Now you may come.” He jerked my shaft, offering the perfect fluid motion, and I shot, like a bullet moving through me as it spilled across my abs, up to my chest.
It felt like I was having some sort of out-of-body experience. I noticed Liam growling as he looked me over, as though he was just loving watching the way my cum splattered across my torso.
My body went through a sort of tantrum unlike anything I’d ever experienced before, convulsing and twisting about beneath Liam.
It was…amazing.
I’d finally made it to heaven.
