Page 37 of In Plain Sight

“I’m working it inside you. You’re so hot under me, writhing and begging me to fuck you.”

“Yes. Fuck me. Please fuck me.”

“I’m using two fingers now. I’m opening you up so I can give you three. Are you ready for them?”

“So ready.”

“I’ve got three fingers in you. You’re riding my hand. My cock is so hard. I want to fuck you so bad. Do you want that?”

“Yes. Now. Please fuck me now.”

“I’m between your legs, pushing against your hole. I’m sliding inside you.”

“Please let me come,” he begged.

“You will.” My voice was raspy and rough, like I’d tried to swallow gravel. “When I let you.”

His whine was loud and desperate.

“Are you right-handed?”

“Yes.”

“Stroke yourself with your left hand while I slide my dick in you. Make yourself feel good, but no coming.”

“God, Nice.” His harsh breaths came over the line, loud and perfect. “I’m so close.”

“I know.” I made sure to keep my voice low and gentle. “You’re doing good, Sinbin.”

“I need you,” he whispered.

“You have me,” I said softly. “I’m inside you. You feel so good around me, look so beautiful under me.”

I closed my eyes and let myself picture it, imagining how it would feel to be on Sinbin, in him. I still couldn’t give him a face, but that didn’t matter. I could make do with knowing what his body looked like and hearing him come apart for me.

“I’m kissing you and moving inside you. I’m going slow. Do you know why?”

“Why?” he asked breathlessly.

“Because I want to watch every second of your pleasure. I want to see how good I make you feel.”

“You make me feel so good,” he mumbled. “Better than anyone ever has.”

I could tell by the faraway quality of his voice that he was deep into it. Everything he was saying was just a stream of consciousness; I couldn’t read into it but fuck if I didn’t love hearing that.

“You wrap your arms and legs around me. Are you kissing me back?”

“Yes.”

“Are you still stroking?”

“Barely,” he huffed out a strained laugh. “I’m so close.”

“Are you still playing with your hole?”

“No. Had to stop. Felt too good.”

“Do you want to touch it now?” I knew I was playing with fire. He was already so close to the edge, but I wanted to see how far I could push him.

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