Chapter 28. Sugar Rush 2 (NSFW)

KAMIL'S POV

PRECIOUS DOESN’T SEE WHAT Kamil brings. Kneeling on the bed, his head hangs, hands by his sides—almost unmoving in his deference to Kamil.

He hears Precious breath hitch as he dumps the items on the bed: condom, the bowl of ice-cream and anal beads.

His fingers twitches, his cock jerks but Precious doesn’t raise his head. Not even when Kamil restrains him with the black leather cuffs.

He begs for it to be tighter, for Kamil to be nearer and when Kamil undresses, he stops breathing altogether, gaze fixed on his erect cock.

When Kamil kneels on the bed, Precious reclines into him and shifts his body weight so their cocks perfectly aligns. He darts his hands forward but freezes upon remembering he hasn’t been given permission yet.

“Go on. Touch me.”

Kamil has always prided himself on his self-control: he likes to watch, to wait, to make them wait, to make them want.

But when Precious touches him, his heart races and explode