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A smile curved on my lips. “Are you sure?” I asked, grinding myself against his hardness, making my already weeping cock sob all the more.

Penn looked me dead in the eyes, and said, “Yes, I’m sure.”

I leaned back on the couch, unfastening my belt and shaking my jeans to the ground along with my boxers. My cock sprang free, precum bathing my tip and glinting in the light. I wrapped my hand around my cock, watching as his gaze dipped to my engorged dick.

Penn sucked in a breath, grabbing himself as he let out his own curse.

“Fucking cherries on top,” he murmured.

“What?” I asked, feeling like maybe I’dgone too far. Maybe this was a terrible idea.

“Archie was so right.”

Before I could ask what he meant, Pennrubbedhimself through his pants, and all senses left me.

Because the sight of himtouchinghimself because of me was like a balm to my soul, like a match to my flame.

I stroked myself, noting the way his breath hitched as I did so.

The way his pupils dilated, and his cheeks flushed.

The enormous tent inhispants.

I slid my thumb through my precum, coating my pink, swollen head, and Penn groaned in defeat. His gaze practically glued to my cock.

“Like what you see?” I asked, feeling a grin spread on my face.

Penn nodded slowly. “Better than the porn I watched, that’s for sure.”

I laughed, leaning back as I cocked my head to the side, giving a good thrust into my palm.

Penn cursed under his breath, but he didn’t break his gaze.

“Is that what you want, Cream Puff? You want to watch?”

I wanted to go slow because I wanted him to feel comfortable, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to explore every inch of Penn’s body just to see how he’d react.

Penn’s gaze flashed to mine.

“No... I mean, yes. I mean... Fuck, why is this so difficult,” he huffed. “Yes. I want to watch you.”

I thrust against my palm again, sliding my hand against my shaft.

“But what about you?” he asked, his eyes widening.

“What about me?” I asked, building a slow rhythm as I stroked and pulled my hardness.

“What do you want?”

I grinned wholeheartedly.

“I want whatever you are comfortable with, Penn. I told you, you’re running the show.”

I half-expected him to just sit there and to continue rubbing himself through his pants, and that would have been just fine for me.

Knowing I turned him on, just with my kiss, seeing his growth as he watchedmewould have been enough to get me off right there.

“Do you like whatyousee?” he asked,his voice taking on a more seductive tone. The curiousness behind it told me he’d likely never tried it before, which gave me another ego boost.

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