BABY IS HERE.
Precious can not miss the threat at the back of his head, the lump in his throat , heavier than rock. He glues his eyes shut, controls his breathing but the pull of Kamil is magnetic.
Shivering, he opens his eyes and glance over his shoulder. The disappointment on Kamil's face stops him cold.
I didn't tell you to stop."
"Baby—"
"I didn't tell you to stop."
Eyes on the mirror, Precious doesn't break eye contact. Look at him, a greedy whore pleasing himself despite the utter displeasure on his Baby's face.
No matter his wanton gasps, his quivering lips, the bite of his tongue, Kamil's expression doesn't soften, doesn't trail down Precious body.
Kamil might be disappointed but his cock definitely isn't. It strains against the fabric of his khaki, angry to be freed. Angry, like the blue of its owner. The electric in those baby blues weakens Precious in the knees.
