Oh no, I’m not.

My palms, still pink from spanking his ass, radiate heat as I wrap both fists around his velvet steel length, making him gasp.

His quick intake of breath is shushed out slowly on a low moan that fades to trembling quiet as I begin to stroke.

Up, down.  Up, down.  Shh-chh, shh-chh.

My hands caress with rhythmic force, holding him just close enough to create an ever-warming friction beetween my dry smooth skin and his, my grip neither loose nor tight.  My fingertips are febrile feathers, teasing his cock steadily harder until his shaft swells to a thickening pulse.

Up, down.  Up, down.  Shh-chh, shh-chh.

I can see his heartbeat reverberating through his swollen head, the purple-veined twitches throbbing beneath my touch, keeping time with the movements of my fists.

Up…

I slide the pads of my thumbs over his slit and swirl,

Down…

twisting my wrist to spank the head of his dick against my palm,

Shhh…

moving steadily faster, with unwaivering insistence

Chhh…

until he is straining,

Shhh…

trying simultaneously to struggle himself into a tighter grip

Chhh…

and to wiggle out of my hold.

He can succeed at neither.

He knows this, but the struggle is inevitable.

As is his eventual submission.  There is no escaping my ministrations.

There is also no telling what I will do once he finally relaxes into my touch.  And relax, he eventually does.  Releasing the tension in his arms and legs, he tightens his pelvic muscles just enough to keep his jutting cock within my reach and slows his breathing.

I slow my strokes to match – an orgasm is better achieved by slowing down than by speeding up; we are well-matched and equally versed in this technique – uppp… dowwwn… until I hear the telltale catch-breathed groan rumble in his throat and see the desperate can’t-hold-back plea in his eyes.

“You’re going to make me cum,” he says.

It’s his way of warning me that if I keep going, he won’t be able to hold back.

I give him one more stroke – shhh, chhh – squeezing my thumb and forefinger around the root of his cock on the downward slide, quirking my brow, and letting go with a shake of my head as I reply:

“Oh no, I’m not.”

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