“I’m gonna cum.”
“Not yet,” Jacob grunted and the hand slowed to stroking him just enough to keep him hard and interested.
Jacob kept moving, using Ethan for his own pleasure, until abruptly he pulled out and the next thing Ethan realized was hot c*m was landing on his back. He felt every droplet, most landing on his back and ass, with a few drops hitting his hand and fingers. Immediately after Jacob pulled out the hand on his c**k increased in speed again and before he knew it, Ethan was coming. Big spurts of c*m were pulled, almost forced, out of him. The orgasm was perfect, even if—or perhaps because—it was painful.
“Good boy,” Charlotte whispered in his ear. “But you’ve made a mess in my hand. It needs to be cleaned up.” Someone—presumably Jacob—pulled Ethan up from his bent-over po
