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He stares up at me, not moving his hand until I make my decision—not that there’s really one to make. I quickly raise my hands above my head, my breathing accelerating as anticipation hums through me.

When Miles sees me submit to him, the wicked smile he throws my way does dangerous things to my heart. My cock throbs painfully as he starts lazily stroking me. I let out a desperate whimper as I thrust into his hand.

“Good boy,” Miles says with a smile, before wrapping his lips around the head.

I don’t know if my moan is from his words or the feel of his hot, wet mouth enveloping my dick, but I sound needy and desperate as he slides my length into his mouth.

It takes all of my effort to keep my hands above my head, but as Miles bobs up and down on my shaft, I don’t want to risk him stopping. His threats are never empty, and I can’t bear to lose his mouth on me right now.

Although he starts slow, working in more of my length each time, when he finally hits the back of his throat, he speeds up. He pumps his hand at the base of my shaft while his mouth and tongue devour the head, both of the movements complimenting each other in a way that drives me fucking crazy.

Every time my cock hits the back of his throat, making him gag and splutter around me, I see stars. His throat contracts around me, squeezing in the most perfect way, and I can’t take my eyes off the gorgeous man on his knees for me.

He may be the one with all the control, taking whatever he wants, only giving me the pleasure he chooses to, but when he’s choking on my dick, I’ve never felt more powerful. I wantnothing more than to lace my hands in his hair, to fuck into his throat, but this is equally as fucking hot.

Miles forces my length deeper with each thrust, until my eyes are rolling in the back of my head from the intensity of his mouth on me. He sucks and licks, drawing every ounce of pleasure from me, and I can feel myself barrelling closer to my release.

It’s not building slowly like it normally does. No, I’m sprinting towards it with full force. My stomach muscles are tightening, and my lower back is tingling, not to mention the throbbing ache deep in my balls, begging for release.

“Oh, fuck. Sir… Fuck, I’m so close. I’m… Please, Sir… Please, can I-I come?” I mutter, screwing my eyes shut to focus on my breathing, or I might blow before I get permission.

Miles pulls off my dick instantly, and I slam my eyes open as a long, loud groan leaves my lips. “Nooo. Why?—”

Before I can even finish what I’m about to say, Miles grips my cock hard, glaring at me. “You know the rules. Eyes on me the whole time.”

I nod my head rapidly, apologising quickly in the hope he’ll pick back up where he left off. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll keep my eyes open.”

Miles’ wicked grin returns, and I breathe a sigh of relief when he wraps his lips around my tip once more, before sliding along my shaft until I’m hitting the back of his throat again. He quickly picks up the rhythm he was using, and it doesn’t take long for me to get back to where I was before he stopped.

“Miles, I’m going to come,” I tell him, letting him hear how desperate I sound.

“Was that a question?” he mumbles, my head still resting against his lips, as he looks up at me through hooded lashes.

I start to shake my head, before changing it to a nod when my brain catches up with his words. “Please, can I come?” I ask, my eyes wide and pleading.

He continues to suck me into his throat as his hand works the base of my shaft, his fist circling me as his tongue slides along the underside of my shaft. All the sensations are too much, and I know I won’t be able to last much longer.

Miles must be able to feel the way my cock is desperately throbbing, as he pulls off just enough to speak. “If I let you come, will you let me fuck your arse against this wall?”

“Yes,” I reply instantly, not even needing to think.

Miles chuckles, and the vibration ripples along my cock, making my balls tingle as I struggle to keep my orgasm at bay. With his lips stretched wide around my dick, Miles looks up at me. “Come, now.”

The sight of this gorgeous man on his knees for me, with his mouth stretched wide as he swallows my cock, whilst demanding I come, is more than I need. My orgasm hits, relief flooding my body as I cry out, spurting cum into Miles’ mouth.

My body trembles as he continues to work his hand and mouth along my shaft, pulling out every drop of cum as I rock against him, my arms burning from being held up for so long.

Miles starts to swallow, and when I see the smallest amount seeping from the corner of his stretched wide open mouth, I let out another groan. He’s never looked more fucking sexy.

As I come down from my orgasm, my legs feel like jelly, and I’m suddenly very grateful to have the wall behind me helping to hold me up. I look down as Miles pulls off my softening dick, watching in amazement as he lifts his head to meet my gaze.

He opens his mouth wide, letting me see my cum sitting on his tongue, and I let out a soft groan as he lifts his hand and spits it onto his fingers. His smirk grows as my gaze flicks between his face and the cum pooled in his hand.

“You can move your hands now,” he tells me, and I drop my aching limbs instantly, rolling out my burning muscles. “Remove your clothes and turn around.”

I do as I’m told, dropping my trousers and boxers to the floor before stepping out of them. I pull my shirt off so quickly, a few of the buttons fly off as I yank it apart, whilst I spin around.

With his empty hand, Miles presses against the top of my back, pushing my chest and cheek against the cool wall, before moving it to my hip. He pulls my arse towards him, forcing me to arch my back in much the same way he did when we first came in here.