“Don’t you fucking cum yet” with his strong hand wrapped around my throat as he hammered away from below; I thought I would implode. He is such a fucking brat, even at his sexiest. He held my gaze and not just with his hand around my throat. I couldn’t take my eyes off his dominate blues as they held me in a trance, and my body seemed to respond to his every command. Even as he did his damndest to break his hold over me, my body waited for his permission to cum…..again. He was in one of his borderline scary moods all night which I find sexy as fuck. He is normally passive and reserved in crowds with always that subconscious underlining confidence, but tonight, his confidence was up front and center. Maybe it was the Jack, or maybe it could have been just where the moon was because of his Pisces intuitiveness, but the world was his, and so was I. People were either moving away, or drawn to him, and even though his confidence or perceived cockiness was involuntary he still was oblivious ...