Emily's fingers tightened around the base of my cock, her nails digging into my skin as she pulled the foreskin back—all the way—exposing the sensitive, throbbing head. The stinging pleasure shot through me, my cock jerking violently in her grip, precome dripping in thick, obscene strings.
"Mmm…" Her voice was a dark, amused purr, her breath hot against my ear. "Hmm…" She rocked her hips, her pussy brushing against my exposed tip, the heat of her almost too much. "Are you about to cum, Jack?"
And then—she let go.
My cock bounced, throbbing in the air, the head weeping, aching, desperate for friction. "Fuck—!" The word tore from my throat before I could stop it, my hips bucking upward, my body trembling with the effort of not snapping, not grabbing her, not flipping her onto her back and fucking her raw—
If it weren't for Freya…
If it weren't for the game…
I'd rip those panties binding my hands.
I'd pin her wrists above her head.
