Page 15 of In Plain Sight

“Fuck, that’s hot.” He let out a muted groan, like he was trying to hold back. “What else?”

I resumed my strokes on my oversensitive dick. I was so close my balls ached and my dick throbbed. “I want you on top of me. I want you to pin me down and be in control."

“I’m doing that now. I’m pushing my cock against your hole. Are you ready for me?”

“So ready,” I choked out.

“I’m pushing inside you. You feel so damn good,” he said, his voice strained and his breathing fast. “I’m fucking you nice and slow. Taking my time and enjoying every moan and whimper you let slip out. I want to go hard, but I hold back. Do you know why?”

“Why?” I rasped.

“Because as much as I want to come, I want to drive you crazy first. I want you desperate and begging before I let you come.”

“Oh god,” I groaned, sliding my cock through the circle of my hand with little lifts of my hips.

“You’re pushing back on me, but I hold you down. Pin you to the bed so you have no choice but to take exactly what I give you.”

I gasped as my cock pulsing in my hand. I was so close, but I wasn’t ready to come. Not until he told me to.

“You’re so good for me. I want to keep fucking you slow, but I can’t hold out.” He drew in a harsh breath. “I’m moving faster. You feel so good around me, under me.”

“More,” I whimpered, half delirious with need.

“I’m fucking you hard,” he said, his tone almost as desperate as I felt. “Tell me what you’re doing.”

“I’m pushing back against you; I’m begging you to give me more.”

“Tell me how much you love having my cock in you.”

“I love it,” I said quickly. “I love having you cock in me. You fuck me so good.”

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, give it to me.”

“You want to feel it? You want me to come in you?”

“Need it.”

The line went quiet, but before I could worry about the connection dropping or if he’d ended the call, he let out a low cry. “Fuck, I’m coming.”

His grunt of pleasure was followed by another low cry.

I sat there, stunned, my entire being zeroed in on the sounds of Nice coming.

Holy shit. I’d just made another man come with nothing but my words. He’d come while picturing himself fucking me.

“Come for me, Sinbin. Come now,” he commanded.

My orgasm hit with the speed and power of a freight train. I might have said something along with my cries, but I was so overwhelmed I couldn’t focus on anything except how good it felt as I stroked myself through it, wanting to prolong the pleasure for as long as possible.

“Sinbin.”

“Huh?” I blinked my eyes open, the room around me slowly coming back into focus.

“Are you with me?” he asked softly.

“I think so.” I drew in a breath. “My head feels weird.”

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