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Marcus

I saw her run down the hall just as Hunter really started to punish me for my smart mouth. I know he knows I saw, because the moment my body tensed up he reached in front of me and gripped my balls in his fist.

"What's wrong, Marcus? You don't like Elliott seeing you being used like this?" He gives my balls a firm tug and I can't help the way my cock pulses at the pain. I love the way he puts me in my place. Between him and Kam I don't need anyone else. I don't.

"Or did you like having her watch you wiggle under my hips? Should I call her back out here?"

"Shut the fuck up and just fuck me will you?"

He pauses his hips after a painful thrust.

"What did you just say?" He pulls out of me and I am already regretting my words. I want him to fill me back up. Why the fuck did I say that? "Looks like you haven’t learned your fucking lesson." He takes a step back.

"Hunter…come on."

"On your knees, Flores."

I must take too long for his liking because before I can obey he fists the hair on the back of my head and pulls me down to where he wants me, on my knees in front of him. He looks down at me with fire in his eyes.

"Spread your knees, keep your ass on the floor. Got it?"

"Yes, sir." I breathe out, knowing I fucked up.

I spread my knees as wide as they will go and allow my ass to hit the cold tile floor. A shiver runs through me as I am forced to keep my eyes on Hunter's with his fist still in my hair.

"Good. Looks like you can listen. You just choose not to."

He lifts one of his feet up to my groin and lets the weight of his body press down on my length. The pressure lands straight on my balls and I squirm a bit as he lets the pressure settle in.

His cock is still hard and right in front of my lips.

He sees me eyeing it and starts to stroke himself before sliding the tip of it over my lips.

Precum coats them, my tongue with its own consciousness starts to lap it up, savoring the taste of him.

He strokes himself faster, his eyes never leaving mine.

I go to fully taste him, but a sharp pain erupts on my cheek from his hand giving me a sharp yet not entirely unwelcome slap.

"You don’t get to do that right now. You get to watch me enjoy myself while you sit here begging for me to let you come." He presses down on my balls even more as he thrusts into his hand harder now. "Do you deserve to come?"

More weight is added on my balls and I whimper from the pain, " No ."

"No, what?" His words are labored.

"I don't deserve to come, sir."

Just then, warm, hot spurts of cum land on my face and I try to keep from lapping it up.

Hunter gives himself a few more strokes ensuring that every drop lands on me, before he scoops it all off me with his fingers and shoves them into my mouth.

I let my tongue swirl over them, cleaning them up for him.

He pulls them out of my mouth with a pop, "What do you say?"

"Thank you, sir."

He pats me on the cheek with a grin as he lets his foot off my balls, and I sigh from the relief it brings me.

"Next time, watch your fucking tone. I'm not Kam, I don't take that shit." He says as he pulls up his sweats, tucking his cock back in his pants, and leaves me kneeling on the kitchen floor. Alone.