That damn hair is in his face.
His grip is firm. There’s no mercy as his palm grinds the veins along my shaft against the heavier rope of his.
My thighs twitch.
I’m almost there.
He clenches my waist. “Still.”
I nod, jaw locked.
I’m ready to let go.
His features grow blurry.
“Don’t you dare fade.”
I blink, and through the misty fog, I focus as best I can.
“Good boy,” he praises, and I nearly lose all the ground I just gained. “You’re gonna come with your eyes on me.”
Jesus fucking Christ, nothing in my life has ever compared to this.
I force out a shuddery, “Yes, Sir,” and trade my gaze between the dominating hold of his eyes, and his hands.
Intoxicated, I watch as he jerks us both, faster and faster. His chest heaving, his face flushed and beautiful in the half-dark.
The sounds we’re making are obscene.
There’s no way anyone in the hall couldn’t hear.
“You’re gonna come now,” he says, his voice gone hoarse.
He pumps faster, harder, pressing his thumb into the spot just under the head.
I’m going to lose it.
I know it, and I want him to see it happen.
He drops his cock and wraps his full hand around me.
He leans forward to breathe into my ear, “You’re mine, Jeon Wootek. I want everyone to know it. I want you to come all over me. I want it so thick people will be able to smell you seeping from my pores."
"Eyes on me,” he says a final time before backing up to suck on the tip of my cock.
He cups my balls and I have to bite down on my fist to stop from screaming his name.
I come hard, and violent. It’s so strong my hips arch off the mattress but he holds me down, stroking until every last spurt is out and his face is striped with my cum.
Then he licks his lips, and stands on my bed.
With a foot either side of me, he towers above.
A giant.
My owner.
He grips his dick, his head falls back, and the denial of his eyes almost makes me come again, untouched.
