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I’ve never had my cock and balls throb all day just thinking of someone. Except maybe when I was a teenager.

I’m both fascinated and disturbed by the hunger I feel.

The only sensible solution to this problem is to satisfy it with a thunderous orgasm, while deep in her pussy. Or so my body tells me.

All the blood is rushing away from my head.

I slip my pants off and toss them away, and kneel on the bed between her legs. I push her thighs farther apart as her gaze drops to my erection. She licks her lip.

I feel a surge of animal pride.

“You want that?”

She nods.

“Say it.”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Don’t move,” I order, and give my cock a leisurely, gratuitous stroke as she watches. “Be good, and you might get it.”

Lies. She’ll get it no matter how good or bad she behaves.

Cock as reward. Cock as punishment.

It’s really all the same, isn’t it?

Win/win.

Maybe she knows it, but she’s desperate for this little game we play.

“Why did you come here, Quinn?” I demand.

She swallows. “Because… I liked what you did last night.”

“You want more?”

“Yes.”

“Ask me nicely for what you want, Quinn.”

The flush creeps down her chest. “I—I want you to take control.”

“You want me to tease you and spank you and fuck you and call you a good girl while you come on my dick,” I correct her. “Because you love it.”

“I love it,” she forces out. I can’t tell if she’s more aroused or embarrassed.

I run a finger up her inner thigh, and she trembles.

Aroused.

I can feel it, beating in her frantic pulse, as I skim my hands up her curves.

I lower myself over her with purpose, taking my time as I consider her pretty body and which part to feast on first.

This time, I start with her breasts. Squeezing them together, then cupping them with my palms, stroking her gorgeous, hard nipples with my thumbs—and watching the way her eyes change as arousal courses through her body.

I suckle each one, stimulate it with my tongue, then bite a little, making her gasp.