SINFUL DESIRES: THE PROFESSORS I CAN'T RESIST
My fingers teased his nipples, pinched them gently, then moved lower to stroke his cock until it was fully hard again.
“You’re going to stay hard while I do this,” I told him.
I dipped the brush in the ink and started drawing on his skin, right above his cock, just below his belly button.
I wrote POW in bold letters, which meant property of Wyatt. While I painted each letter, I kept one hand slowly stroking his cock, keeping him right on the edge. Every time his breathing got faster, I slowed my hand down.
Jonathan moaned softly, his hips lifting slightly as the cool ink touched his warm skin.