"Ethan… Oh, God, Ethan… I'm about to… ngh… I'm going to break…"
Julian Sterling's voice fractured into a thousand shards of desperation, his pleas dissolving into broken, wet sobs. He felt as though the most sensitive, vulnerable point deep within his body was being relentlessly ground down, crushed, and worshipped all at once by the man behind him. The pleasure accumulating in his lower abdomen had transformed into a pressurized sphere of white-hot energy, swelling to the point of agony, threatening to detonate at any second.
However, because he had only recently climaxed, his body was in a state of heightened, raw sensitivity. He was teetering on the precipice, desperate to release, yet physically unable to trigger the mechanism on his own without that final push. The sensation of needing to ejaculate but being held in suspension, that exquisite, torturous purgatory between pleasure and pain, was driving him utterly insane.
"You are not allowed to cum yet."
