I want them to edge me over and over again. Their hand circled around my throat, the other rubbing my hard little cock just the way I like. Our foreheads pressed together, our lips meeting feverishly, my desperate begging, "please can I cum for you?" being ignored until later and later, my cock throbbing, my hips twitching as they remove the stimulation and whisper, "good boy, show me how needy you can get, beg me to touch you again." I kiss them as the edge retreats and shakily beg, "please touch me, please, please, please." their hand finds my cock again and they jerk me off harder than before, the edge rushing to meet me as I moan so desperately, "fuck, you sound so good," they groan against my lips, "you feel so good, you smell so good." I whimper and shake as pleasure coils tight inside me, "please can I cum for you?" I gasp but they shake their head, "no don't cum, don't cum, don't cum." They pant as they continue to jerk me off, my heart thunders in my ears, pleasure threatens to drag me under, "please can I cum?" I whine as they shake their head, "please, please let me cum or stop touching me." They groan into my mouth, the friction of their hand building and building, "don't cum, don't cum, don't cum, don't cum." They chant over and over as they ignore my hand that desperately tries to push them away, "don't cum, don't cum, don't cum." They repeat but I can't help it, I cum with a desperate whine, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I cry as they rub me through my pulsing orgasm, shaking their head and nipping my neck with their teeth, "bad boy, can't even follow a simple instruction."