I reach out and lightly stroke one of his red cheeks. His c**k twitches. He sucks in a quiet breath and stiffens.
Running the tip of my finger over a raised welt on his butt, I watch in fascination as his c**k twitches again, a little pulse from the base that travels up his rigid shaft and makes the crown quiver.
That little drop of liquid on top is calling my name.
I murmur, “Don’t move.” Then I dip my fingertip into the drop and slowly spread it over the crown in a small circle.
Kage obeys me and remains still, but he can’t help the small shudder of pleasure that goes through him at my touch. Or the faint moan that leaves his lips.
That sound jolts through me like electricity.
My n*****s harden. A surge of heat rushes to my core. The surprising urge to drop to my knees and suck him
