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I groaned as the pleasure filled me to the brim. My eyes rolled back in my head. It felt so good when Garret put his hands on me.

“Do you enjoy it when I play with your cock?” he asked teasingly.

“Yes,” I panted.

“Good. I’m going to bring you right to the brink but then I’m not going to let you come,” he said.

I glanced up and met his gaze. “Edging?”

Garret raised his eyebrows in a gratified manner. “I’m impressed that you are familiar with the term.”

“Yes, I’ve heard of it,” I said, but didn’t want to admit that I’d never actually participated in it with anyone.

After a few more minutes of his gentle stroking, I knew I was close. I was going to lose control any second. Garret must have caught on. My cheeks were flushed, and my breathing was rapid. My groans of ecstasy were louder and more frequent, giving me away.

Garret stopped pumping. I was destroyed by the fact that the hand job had ceased.

“Don’t give me a disappointed look,” Garret said. “You’ll get what’s coming to you. You aren’t allowed to come before I get inside and have my way with you.”

He gave me a handsome smile. He knew he was playing with my head and emotions, and he loved it. I had to hold the orgasm before it exploded out of me like a geyser of passion. Garret was a tease and he knew it.

“Don’t pout and whine,” he told me. “When I do finally allow you to come, it’s going to be that much more amazing than it would have been if I had let you do it now.”

I nodded. “I can live with that.”

“I would prefer it if you used the phrase ‘yes, sir’ when we are having sexual encounters,” Garret advised.

I looked at him and paused, but he just stared at me, refusing to move on until I complied.

“Yes, sir,” I finally managed to croak out.

Garret grabbed his own cock and a bottle of lube lying on the bed that I hadn’t noticed before. I hadn’t seen him retrieve it and secretly wondered if it was a used bottle. I did my best to keep myself composed. Now wasn’t the time to be a neat freak and let my OCD tendencies shine. For now, it was clear that Garret had intentions for me, and I had better follow his instructions to a tee.

Garret slathered on the lube in generous amounts all over his shaft. He was breathing heavily. He stared at me as he pushed his way inside me.

“Don’t you dare look away,” he directed. “I want you to hold my gaze while I’m fucking you. I want to see the ecstasy on your face.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

“What’s that now?” Garret cupped a hand over his ear as he began to slowly grind inside me, feeding my hole his girth one sliver of an inch at a time.

“I mean… yes, sir,” I corrected myself.

“That’s a good boy,” he said and thrust in harder and deeper than before, groaning with pleasure.

I gasped as his thick cock filled me. The meatiness of his throbbing cock hit my prostate in magnificent ways. It was a magical, defining moment for me realizing that maybe I didn’t mind being a bottom after all.

Garret continued to ride me like a horse as if he was a cowboy in the wild west at sunset. He even hollered with glee a few times. He began pumping his fist through the air as he showed off his talents and techniques for grinding inside of me without keeping a grip on my waist.

“It’s so tight, I love it,” he said with a groan.

He kept slamming into my prostate. I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to hold it much longer with the way he pounded into me. His balls made a fantastic slapping sound against my bare ass. It was an extra sensation that I welcomed.

“I’m going to come,” I whined desperately. “I don’t think I can hold it.”

“You can’t hold it?” Garret frowned and stopped pumping.

I almost couldn’t see straight; I was so immersed with pleasure. My heart pounded.

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