"Talking like that isn't going to make me let you cum any faster, you know," Jason took hold of both sides of my shirt and ripped it open, now leaving me fully exposed to his burning gaze. "I've waited years to do this."
"To do what?" My eyes were now glued to the part where he was unzipping his slacks and his boxers came into view. I wanted so badly to touch it, and my hands pulled at the restraints again when I unconsciously reached for the waistband of his underwear.
"To have you in my bed again," he finished pulling off his clothes and reached into the bedside drawer opposite to the one where he kept the leather cuffs. My attention shifted when he pulled out a square foil packet and threw it into the bed. "I'm clean but I'll still use it if it makes you comfortable."
