"Shut your mouth and keep grinding," he growled, his voice rougher, that cold edge cracking a little as he guided my hips with his other hand, forcing me to move faster, our clothed cocks sliding together with every rock, the fabric rustling loud in the quiet room, my pre-cum starting to leak and soak through my boxers, making everything wet and sticky.

I couldn't hold back the soft whimpers escaping my throat, my body heating up, sweat beading on my skin as I ground harder, feeling his dick harden completely under me, thick and long, pushing back against mine.

Holy shit, he's getting so hard, I can feel every inch...