He whimpered. “My hair’s sticking to my forehead. I’m sweating a lot. My pupils are probably blown wide . . .”
My cock throbbed and ached.
Felix’s voice strained. “It feel so good, I can’t--”
“Cum for me, boy,” I growled. “Cum for your daddy.”
Felix cried out. His whole body tensed, froze like a statue before the wave of pleasure hit him hard. He jerked and came. My hand overflowed as jets of cum shot from Felix’s twitching cock. I continued pumping him throughout, feeling the sticky liquid coat my fingers and trickle down my wrists. Felix shuddered and slumped across my chest as the orgasm faded.
I was still rock hard.
Felix’s shallow breathing finally evened out and he straightened up. “I’m sorry about the mess I made,” he murmured shyly.
“Don’t worry about it.” I smirked and dropped my pants, then wiped the cum on my briefs. “If you get the stray cum drops out of the carpet, we can hire a steam cleaner. Should probably clean this place anyway.”
Felix must have been staring at my throbbing cock because he went totally silent.
“Felix?” I prompted.
“Huh? Oh. What were you saying?”
I chuckled. “If you want to touch it, then--”
Before I finished my sentence, I heard the sound of Felix throwing himself to his knees.
