Anan’s POV

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I couldn't keep my hands off myself.

 

The lust sat in my gut like a fever that had nowhere left to go. It crawled down my spine and settled in my balls until every breath made my cock twitch. 

I was already wet at the tip, clear fluid beading there and sliding down the shaft when I wrapped my fist around it.

 

I stroked slowly on purpose. I wanted Jones to see every inch. I wanted him to watch the way my hand twisted at the head and came back down shiny.

 

He stood on the other side of the bars, arms folded across his chest and...