Bound By His Rules {M×M}
I gripped the table’s leg, moaning into the wood, my cock leaking a steady drip onto the floor.
God, his mouth feels like sin wrapped in silk, I thought, the pleasure coiling tight, but he pulled away before I could tip over.
"Not yet," he growled, standing and hauling me up by the arm.
He sat on the edge of a low stool used for vesting, pulling me onto his lap facing him—the reverse lotus position, my knees bracketing his hips, our chests heaving together.
His cock nudged my entrance, slick from his spit and my sweat.