The strokes along his shaft tightened. “Why not?”
The answer was easy. “Because it’s not your c**k, Sir.”
“You want me to shoot inside you, is that it?” His other hand slipped around Jesse’s hip and teased the edge of his stretched hole. “You won’t even tear now when I drill into you. What am I going to get out of it if I f**k you instead of jerking you off while you ride your new toy?”
What Gideon proposed would work. Jesse was already walking a fine line, and if all he wanted was an orgasm, then there was no reason not to simply nod and agree. But coming wasn’t all he wanted. It wasn’t even most of what he wanted.
“Please, Gideon, it’s not the same as your c**k. I want to feel you pound into me. I want to feel your c**k, and your fangs. I want you to drink from me until I’m…until you
