Page 32 of Obsessed with my Temptation

“You’re not going to fuck Mark. You’re going to stay away from him.”

“Fuck, I will,” he gasped as I turned my hand just so, reaching with the other to hold his head in place.

“And you’re going to come for me.”

He nodded, looking down before looking back up, eyes wild with lust. “Take out your cock.”

“You do it,” I said, wanting to see what he did.

Scott unzipped me quickly, taking my dick out from my pants and boxers and giving it a hard stroke. I felt damn near close to bursting as it was. Even this mild domination was enough to make me come apart, because it wasScott.

“Turn around,” I ordered and, swallowing roughly, Scott nodded and did just that.

He put his hands on the wall.

I braced my entire body against his and took hold of his dick again. We were at the perfect height.

“Thrust into my hand, Scott,” I whispered darkly in his ear. “I’m not going to fuck you yet, but I’ll give you something to dream about.”

Scott cursed.

I fit my hips against his jeans-covered ass, not bothering to push his pants down, because it wasn’t aboutthat. Then Scott started thrusting into my hand, fucking desperately into it as I pushed against him—controlling his thrusts in a mock-fuck.

“Imagine I was fucking you right now, Scott. Out here, in the open, where anyone could come and see me give the Prince the ride of his life.”

“Travis,” he gasped, thrusts erratic, pushing harder against me, turning his face towards mine.

He was about to come.

“Come apart for me, sweetheart, show me how much you want it.”

Scott’s thrusts became erratic, losing strength as his knees weakened. I fucked harder for him, doing the work, feeling heat curl in my groin just from imagining my cock diving into him and making him come apart.

His breathing was ragged, low moans coming out of him as I took hold of his throat to feel them there. “That’s it, Scott, let go. Let me take care of you.”

A broken whine escaped his mouth as I bit his shoulder and felt him orgasm, his come spurting thick against the side of the house. I pulled on his cock until he started trying to get away, too sensitive to touch.

“On your knees,” I said, voice almost unrecognizable.

Scott didn’t hesitate.

He looked up at me, his blue eyes watching me and my cock in turn. I held him by his hair, not about to fuck his mouth, but wanting to see him.

I was going to mark him.

“Open your mouth.”

My orgasm hit me hard, making my toes curl and my knees want to buckle, but I held myself up as I spurted into his mouth, part of it hitting his face.

We both panted, exhausted and spent, and I took off my leather jacket and my t-shirt before using the latter as a rag to clean his face.

The surprise I found in it made me suddenly protective of him. Did he think I was just going to use him and leave him like that?

Maybe that was his fantasy.

But when it ended, he needed someone to be there for him. So I wiped Scott’s face and told him to spit out onto the grass.

I helped him up. He looked a bit unsteady on his feet.

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