"Come on, on your knees boy. Suck my dick."
I say as I practically force you down. You reach to unbutton my jeans, but I don't let you.
"Who gave you permission to do that, huh? You touch, when I say you touch. Got it?"
I love watching your expression when you're denied, I adore it. I unbutton and unzip them myself, agonizingly slow, of course. I watch your hunger grow as I slide them down just enough to give you access. I don't remove my boxers yet though.
"Show me how much you need it. Fuck- Attaboy. There you go." I coo as you lap at me through the thin cloth.
Once I've had enough of that, I finally side my boxers down too, inch by inch, revealing a trail of dark hair and eventually my throbbing tdick. I grip your hair real tight and force you to bury your face in my cunt and suck. If you make me cum good enough, maybe I'll let you fuck me.