“That’s okay,” I assure him with a fond chuckle, breath catching as his big hand wraps around my cock. I drop the game entirely, too distracted by his wanton pleasure that I can barely do anything but stare and thrust the toy into him a little quicker, twisting it each time.

“I had grand plans of leaving this inside you while I rode you,” I admit with a broken laugh that turns into a whimper as he squeezes my cock just how I like. “Maybe some other time.”

I lean over him, planting one hand against the bed as I stare at his face, taking in every detail, absolutely awed by him.

“Do you want to come like this?” I ask him, pressing the toy deliberately against his prostate, “or on my cock? Tell me, hello.”