Chapter 41

“Please,” he begged, whimpering in a way that I wanted to hear repeatedly. A lot. I kept him on edge, forcing him to move his hips, hump my fist as if to make me go faster. I kept it slow.

“You’re a bastard, you know?” I said before sucking on his neck and leaving a mark. Above the collar, for the world to see.

“I know,” he said between pants. “But you’re the only one who made me care that I was. Kiss me,” he said, moving his hands from the back of the chair to grab my face and French the life out of me, making my own hard cock leak in my underwear. I would have a wet spot on my jeans, I knew that. Good thing I wore an apron.

I moved back a little. “Spit in my hand.” When he did, I used it to jack him off in quick, hard strokes, catching his moans in my mouth and causing his hips to move in a way that had me so close to coming, I had to willfully hold it back.