Dylan POV He keeps alternating, slow, teasing strokes of his fingers, then sudden hard thrusts, pinching, slapping, pulling my hair. Every time I get close, he stops moving completely, leaving me whimpering and empty, only to start again when my breathing calms.“You’re shaking,” he mocks, voice dripping with amusement. “So fucking needy. I bet you’d let me do anything to you right now. I could slap your cock raw and you’d thank me for it, wouldn’t you?”I bite the pillow to stop myself from answering, but a desperate whine still escapes me when he curls his fingers again and grinds them hard against my prostate.Blaze laughs, low and cruel. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”He pulls his fingers out completely, leaving me clenching around nothing, then immediately slaps my swollen hol
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