"I'm just trying to make sure you don't waste another hard on on photos. Just giving you what you said you wanted while you were asleep. You do still want me to suck it, don't you baby?" I asked, my slow pumps turning into quick strokes without warning, my fist gripping his dick tightly.
"Jesus," he cursed, throwing his head back, breathing hard. "Stace, baby, the exhibition," he said, groaning just as his phone rang on his bedside table.
"Ssssshhhh," I said, reaching out to pick up the phone. "Hi Ken," I said, answering the phone as I slowed down the pace.
When Scott breathed a sigh, half of relief and half of pleasure, I picked up speed again. Toying with him as I varied the tempo every time he got into it. He couldn't decide if he loved it or hated it, but for better or worse, nothing but heavy pants came out of him.
