“I know what you need.” Then his hand reaches between us, his fingers sliding into the waistband of my shorts.

I wheeze in a breath. “What...what are you doing?”

He grabs the shaft of my dick firmly and the top of my head threatens to blow off. “I need to show you. Make you feel good.”

Oh, hell. He’s got that bad daddy look in his eyes again. It makes me squirm. I don’t want to fucking like it when he gets all stern.

“We shouldn’t—”

He bites my earlobe and talks directly into my ear in a low, dirty voice. “Your tongue on my balls that night made me come so hard.”

I slide my eyes closed. Ashamed? Turned on? Ashamed that I’m turned on? That isn’t like me. Sex is good. It’s best when it’s dirty, right? I should be like a fucking pig in the mud right now. I’m supposed the be the hedonist in this house.

“Did you like the way I tasted? Did you like licking the cum off my balls as is sloshed out of Penelope’s sweet pussy?” His grasp is firm. I know from watching him stroke himself just what it looks like when he jacks it, but I look down anyway. My dick is in his hand.

His movements get awkward, and I see him trying to pull down his own shorts with one hand. I take the material in my hands and yank it down so that monster dick of his pops out. While I am being hypnotized by the size of that thing, he nestles against me groin to groin, our shafts rub together and both our bodies shudder.

“That’s so fucking good, Shane.” He glides against the underside of my dick with that rod of steel, and his jaw clenches. “So fucking good.”

His big rough hand wraps around us both, and my dick starts dripping. When he begins squeezing us together, my spine starts tingling. “I’m not going to last.”

“Look at us.”

It’s not like I can look away. I’m stunned so stupid.

“Good boy.”

Oh, damn. That should make me push him away. I’m nobody’s boy. “Don’t tell me what to do,” I say, lamely since I already did what he told me to do.

“But you like it.”

The pleasure is like waves getting bigger each time they pass over me. “Why? Why would I like it?”

“I don’t know, Shane. Maybe because it makes your dick so fucking hard.” He squeezes a little too hard and I moan. “Hurts so good, doesn’t it?”

I clutch his shoulders instead of pushing him away. “This is wrong.”

He grazes his lips up my neck. “Does it feel wrong? I think it feels right. I think we were always supposed to be right here with your dick in my hand.”