Page 68 of Paradox
“Very impressed for such a little man,” I taunt.
“I told you not to call me that.”
“So what should I call you?”
“I don’t know. You’ll figure it out,” he tells me as he reaches up to grab onto the back of my neck.
“You’re so sexy.”
“Dirty old man.”
“You’re the one who’s hard over me.”
“Such a pervert.”
My hand slides up his chest to wrap around his throat.
Jin’s eyes roll back and his head falls to the couch.
“Is this why you pissed me off so much? Were you doing it on purpose?”
“N–no,” he huffs out. “I don’t like you hitting me.”
“But you liked this, didn’t you?” I squeeze tighter and his hips lift off the rug. “I’d say you’re the one who’s the pervert.”
“Only for you.”
I kneel up on either side of his legs so I’m towering over him and part of my weight is pushing against his windpipe.
He moans at the sight of me, and repeats; "Only for you.”
“That’s right, it’s only for me. You perverted little shit.” With a snarl on my face I push down my sweats and take out my dick with my free hand.
“Are you sure you really wanna do this?”
“Keep your mouth shut if you’re gonna say dumb shit like that.”
Taking my wrist, Jin pulls me away from his throat.
He brings my hand to his mouth and spits in my palm.
I try to pull it away, but he won’t let me.
“You’re gonna need more than that,” he tells me with the most authoritative glint in his eye. And I watch as he gathers all the saliva in his mouth, then gapes it open to let the spit drip off the end of his tongue.
“What the fuck did those cheerleaders teach you?”
“Nothing,” he grins, all fire and lust.
I spread Jin’s spit up and down my shaft. “So they were duds?”
“Don’t know.” He shrugs—languidly drawing his hand up and back along his insanely pretty dick. Perfectly even and straight and pink at the head.
I hum, and lick my lips; devouring the sight with an obsessive need. “So they never went down on you?”
“Nope.”
“So you did all the work?”
