HIS LITTLE PET
I whimpered, my hands grabbing the table for balance as I tried to control my feelings.
"See? You're already hard," Maverick noted, his thumb rubbing right against the shape of my dick through the denim.
"Please... don't," I whispered weakly, but my body wasn't listening to my brain.
“You're going to turn me on if you keep whimpering like that, you know,” he licked my neck before biting down on it, making me shudder.
Maverick unbuttoned my jeans and slipped his hand inside my underwear, pulling my erect dick out into the cool air of the study room.