Page 26 of Mayfly

I stick my tongue out, and Jude drags his hand down over it.

“Make sure you get it all,” he tells me, and separates his fingers. “Such a good puppy.”

My eyes roll back and I fight to stay on my feet.

So hot.

So fucking hot.

While licking the remnants of pre-cum from my lips, Jude lets go of my balls, grips the base of my dick even tighter than before, and slaps it. Hard. The pain is immediate, harsh, and all-consuming.

“More,” I beg, and he does it again.

My body jerks in response, and a cry rips from my traitorous throat before I can stop it.

“Look at you. You’re hard as a fucking rock. You masochistic little bitch.”

I whimper, and it’s pitiful.

I’m ashamed, but even more turned on.

He slaps me again, and a guttural moan fills the room.

“You little pain slut,” Jude laughs, and another slap follows in quick succession.

I gasp.

My knees almost buckle.

“Say it again.”

The air feels freezing against the red, inflamed skin, and I beg, "More."

“Spit.” His hand is back in my face.

I obey. Then with his other hand still clamped around the base of my dick, Jude works up and down my length.

He’s fast, then agonizingly slow.

He thumbs my slit. Digs his nail into it.

“Fuck!” I bang my forehead against the wall.

My mind is blank.

Nothing exists but the pain between my legs.

“M… More.”

He digs his nail in again. “Such a desperate little whore.”

But it’s not enough.

I want more.

Ineedmore.

“Please… Please.” My words are broken gasps.

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