My fingers dig in and I feel his pulse against my palm. “Because..?”
“I’ll come.”
“So come,” I say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“But what about you?”
I look at him with the devil in my eyes. “I’ve been waiting for you, old man.”
“Fuck you.” He smirks down at me.
“Isn’t that what you’ve been doing?”
He pulls back and rams forward with extra force. “You really are perfect.”
My body jars beneath him. “Am I?”
“You are.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“See? So much better than random. So much better because we know we shouldn’t.”
Tek presses my head into the mattress with the force of his lips. “Say it again.”
“We shouldn’t… be doing this,” I tell him between thrusts.
“But I can’t stop… Not now I know what it’s like to have you.”
“I wouldn’t let you… Even if you wanted… You’re mine, Jeon Wootek.”
“Yes! Again.”
“You’re mine.”
“Fuck! Carey, I’m gonna come.”
With urgency, I push him back. “Pull out. Do it on me.”
“Why?”
“Because your cum shouldn’t be wasted inside a rubber.”
He tears his cock from within me and I feel an emptiness I never thought I’d have the need to explain.
I clench around nothing, but keep pumping my dick because I’m about to blow as well.
Tek rips off the condom. “Where d’you want it?”
“On my—my stomach,” I pant out, watching as his pupils blow out completely.
He really didn’t ever stand a chance.
Seconds from the end, I arch my back off the blankets and run my free hand down my torso. “Coat me with it. Make me even prettier.”
Tek straddles my thigh; lining himself up before aiming at my skin.
