Page 85 of Sweet Shots

“Get comfortable,” I direct. “Start with one.”

He sits up more, leaning against the headboard a little, pulling his knees up higher and bending forward. It’s not the easiest position for him because of his build. I’ve seen plenty of thin guys do this without issue, but with Mikah’s muscles and thick body, he doesn’t quite bend the way the smaller guys do. This is so much sexier. Because he’s working for it.

He’s struggling to do this, but he’s doing it because he wants to please me. It’s always so much hotter when he has to put effort in.

Mikah slips a finger inside his ass, groaning a relieved sound. His dick twitches a few times, his balls drawn up so tight I can hardly see them—that’s how hard he is.

“Now go slow. Tease that little button inside you.”

He doesn’t fuck himself, but I see his hand moving, his finger stroking from the inside.

“Oh my god,” he murmurs, his head falling back against the headboard. His face tenses up. “I c-can’t do this.”

“Yes, youcan.”

“No, I can’t. I’m… going to pass out. This is… a lot.”

“Do we need to stop?” I ask. “Red?”

“I just need a second to breathe.”

I get up, going over to him with the bottle of water I left on the dresser earlier.

“If you pass out, do you still want me to make you come?” I ask with a smirk.

He glares.

“Open,” I tell him, and pour some water into his mouth when he does. Some dribbles out, so I lean down to lick it up, then bring my mouth to his. “You’re being such a good boy.”

He whimpers when I stand straight, putting the water on the nightstand.

“I really want to come,” he complains. His finger is still in his ass, dick still stiff.

“Hm… maybe you should have thought about that when you were being a brat?”

“I won’t do it anymore,” he says, shaking his head.

I laugh. “Liar,” I hiss with humor.

“No, I swear. I’ll try harder not to.”

“You’re just manipulating me because you want to come. You’re a brat, through and through. There is no changing that, and even if there was, I wouldn’t want you to.”

“Just tell me what to do. Please. I’ll do anything. Just let me fucking come.”

I sit back down in the chair. “Beg.”

“I just did.”

“Wasn’t good enough. Begharder.”

Mikah lets out a string of curses before slamming his head against the headboard and gritting his teeth. He takes heavy breaths through his nose, and when his eyes open, he looks a little more calm. He licks his lips, his eyes meeting mine.

His tone is low, seductive. “Please let me come, Dominic. I need to come so fucking badly. It hurts.” I raise a brow, wanting more. “Please. I swear I will be a good boy even when we’re not having sex.”

Oh? Now that’s sexy.

“Tell me more about how much of a good boy you’ll be.”

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