He’s nowhere near where he needs to be if he was looking to blow my mind, but I can’t fault him for that. There’s plenty of time to learn.
Tek pauses and gently asks, “You good?”
I plant both hands on his chest and push up, my hips tilting, then I hover until the position is just right for me to take his fingers as deep as I can.
He doesn’t fight it, he just looks on in awe of me, and my pride swells further.
“Are you worried about me, old man?”
He drags his fingers part way out, twists them, then fucks them back inside me.
“Jesus Christ.” My eyes glaze over, and I rock back against his hand.
“I’m not worried at all. But I don’t want to hurt you, either.”
“You think you could hurt me with that little thing?”
Tek’s jaw goes slack and there’s an instant look of disdain on his face, but his dick bounces up to hit my ass so I know he liked it.
“You’re so pathetic. You put so much time and effort into pretending that I couldn’t have you. But you could never keep your eyes off me.”
His fingers slide out of me.
I inch backwards until I’m straddling his legs again.
His hands are back on my thighs—gripping harder than before—like he’s doing everything he can to pretend that my words are angering him instead of turning him the fuck on.
I grab the pack of condoms and take one out.
After tearing open the foil pack, I hold his dick and start to roll the rubber down his length.
His dick isn’t small at all, it’s bigger than average with lots of sexy veins I dream about licking, and three cute freckles just below the crown on the left side I’d be happy to kiss every morning for the rest of eternity.
“I saw your sketch, you know? The one you did of me. That you’ve been hiding in the drawer.”
His perfect cock pulses in my fist, his whole body goes rigid beneath me, and his hands fall to the mattress.
His mouth opens, but I press my index finger against his lips. “I think it’s hot.”
His eyes dart around like he’s trying to figure out if I’m making fun of him or not.
“Do you want me to dress up like that?”
He shakes his head, but I can see there’s something else he wants to say.
“Do… Do you want to see me dressed in something else?”
Tek looks at my stomach, and I follow his line of sight.
I look back at him and drag my finger down until his bottom lip bounces back into place. “What does Oppa wanna see me dressed in?”
He swallows, searching my face one last time to gauge my reaction. “A… a crop top.”
My head dips to the side. “Like, a cut off t-shirt?”
His head shakes again, and my smile widens. “You fucking pervert. You weren’t joking at the bar. You really do wanna see me in a women’s tank top.”
“I’m not a pervert.”
