In the blink of an eye, he had one knee on the bed and his hand around my throat, the other beside my head. His cock hung thick and heavy on my bare thigh. I glared up at him as I tried to suck in air, unable to answer him even if I wanted to. Instead of feeding into his jealousy, I reached for his cock, wrapping my hand around it much in the same way he held my throat. I tightened my fingers around the base, feeling his answering squeeze as he temporarily cut off my airway.

Holding his eyes with mine, I ran my hand up and down...