ROONEY

The pace of her mouth sucking on my dick synced perfectly with my own relentless thrusts. It was becoming almost unbearable, like an electric spike of pleasure that threatened to end everything even before I was ready.

My breath was coming in ragged, shallow hitches, and the sound of her mouth—the wet, continuous sliding was echoing off the bathroom tiles like a drumbeat. I felt the first surge of a contraction at the base of my spine. I was right there, balanced on the razor's edge of a release that would have messed up her entire face.

"Not yet," I wheezed, my voice sounding so tight like it belonged...