"Yes, I want you to," I gasp out, pupils blown wide as I watch his face. It's amazing just how much I want to feel his come against my skin, and I have to squeeze his hips more tightly to keep from making it happen. I want him to do it himself, so I can see. "My face, or my chest. On my cock. Wherever you want, Bits."

The words fall from my mouth before I can even think too hard about them, filthy and raw and I mean every single syllable. I want it so badly that I can barely even think, and my own cock twitches where it's pressed snugly against his ass.