Billie.
I refuse to let him think he won. I want to have the final say. So I do it my way. But I'll do it in a way that will frustrate him even more.
Just before his alarm goes off, I slowly go down on him, knowing full well what I'm about to do. He sleeps like a king—stretched out, completely bare, not a care in the world. He didn't even bother with briefs last night, making this almost too easy. My fingers brush against his dick, and as if it knows it's me, it begins to fill with blood, standing erect, thick, and hard in my palm.
I take a deep breath, my lips parting as I begin to suck, stroking him in sync. Slow, steady, calculated. He grows harder and harder, his body responding to me in real-time, like an instrument I know how to play. Then, just as he lets out that slow, waking-up groan—the sound of a man on the edge—I stop. I pull away completely.
