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The thought of him assuming I use my stick for this kind of practice amuses me, but I’m enjoying myself too much to release him and say anything. Instead, I take him deeper, letting the head of his cock nudge into my throat.

He lets out a raspy cry as I take him a little deeper before pulling off.

A trail of precum coats my tongue, and I lap it up.

“You’re gonna make me⁠—”

“No, not until I say.”

Every muscle in his body pulls tight when I get back to business.

I get him to the edge, then pull away and let it fade. And then I do it all over again. It’s the most incredible kind of torture. I am obsessed with the little whimpers he makes when he realizes I’m not going to push him over the edge.

“What is this? Punishment for coming too soon?”

“Who says this is punishment?”

“Me,” he cries. “I do.”

“Delayed gratification,” I remind him. “It’ll be worth it in the end.”

He whimpers again when I sit up and start stroking him, my other hand coming to my pants, rubbing myself through the fabric.

“Get it out. Please,” he begs, licking his lips as he gazes at my crotch.

Finally, I relent. But not because he asks—because it’s getting fucking painful keeping my cock trapped in the confines of my pants.

As I climb to my feet and start unbuttoning my shirt, Garrett lets out a little squeal of delight.

My skin burns with his attention, and it only gets more intense when I drop my pants and finally toe off my shoes.

My boxer briefs are doing fuck all to cover what’s happening beneath, but in order to tease him more, I keep them on as I stalk toward my nightstand.

His eyes never leave me as I pull the top drawer out and rip a condom from the strip waiting for me before grabbing a bottle of lube.

“Do we need to have a discussion about⁠—”

I watch in delight as Garrett shifts position, getting up onto hands and knees in the middle of my bed.

I guess not.

“Good boy.”

“What can I say? I get off on doing what I’m told.”

I rip the packet open with my teeth before demanding, “Get to the end of the bed.”

He shuffles backward immediately, and I meet him there.

The sight of his round ass in the air has my fingers itching, and when I come to a stop behind him, I can’t help myself.

Crack.

Garret howls as my handprint blooms on his ass cheek.

My chest expands and precum soaks into my boxers as I watch the mark get redder and redder.

Fuck. I could get used to this.