Miller
I was losing my fucking mind.
Leo was riding me like a man possessed. I could feel his tight, dripping heat swallowing every inch of my cock over and over again. His head was thrown back, his lips parted in broken, filthy moans that made my balls tighten. Every time he slammed down, his slick coated my thighs and dripped down my shaft. His walls clenched and fluttered around me so perfectly I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming too soon.
But I needed control. I needed to ruin him properly.
I grabbed his wrists suddenly, locking our fingers tight, and grinned as his lust-drunk eyes met mine. Then, I yanked him forward and off my cock with a loud, wet pop.
"Miller—?"
I could hear the immediate disappointment in his tone, but he had no idea that I wasn't even close to being done.
