LOUIS.

I didn’t let him come.

Josh’s cock pulsed hard in my fist, flushed dark and dripping, the head shiny with everything he’d already given me. His hips jerked like he couldn’t stop them. Every muscle in his thighs trembled. I kept the pressure just tight enough at the base to hold him there—right on the edge—while I watched his face fall apart.

“Look at me,” I said.

He refused. Stubborn even now. His eyes stayed locked on the ceiling, jaw clenched so hard the muscle jumped. The dress was shoved up around his waist, lace ruined, cock fully free and leaking onto his stomach in slow, sticky pulses. I...