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𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵! 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵. 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤.

𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 18+

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there is no way in hell you're telling me that michael wheeler is this jealous, bad boy dom, when this man refuses to let himself get emotional most of the time, and when he does, he gets really soft about it.

which is why i only believe that mike is a bratty little sub. he plays a game with you, teases you, acts like a little bitch most of the time.
but once you get past his tactics, tame him, he's ready to do whatever you ask of him.

mike likes to tease you at first, and even though he knows you're in charge, he never ever learns his lesson.

he'll pull his hand away at all the right moments whenever he's got you heavily breathing, on the edge of release.

"aww, sorry! didn't mean to do that," he'll say with a smirk and a twinkle in his eyes.

but you just wrap your hand that was previously on his cock, around his throat, his adam's apple bobbing up and down on your palm as he swallows anxiously.

"now's not the time to be a brat, mikey."

"but i like being a brat. gets you all worked up, doesn't it?" he sneers, which he once regrets once he gets a quick slap in the face from you.

you shove your fingers into his mouth, earning a groan from him as he ruts against your thigh that's placed in between his own.

his cock is an angry red, pre-cum dribbling from his tip, soaking the skin on his stomach. he's been neglected for quite some time, and it's only because he's acting this way.

"baby, i'm not going to tell you again," you mutter in his ear. your fingers travel further down his throat, and he gags a bit, spit running down his chin. such an obscene sight.

"stop being a brat, and i'll let you cum tonight. if you don't stop, i'm going to get up and leave, and you'll be stuck with vour hand for the rest of the week." you take your fingers out of his mouth, his saliva stringing from his mouth to your fingers, and grab his jaw, forcing his cheeks together.

"understand me?" mike nods quickly, whimpers escaping from his throat.

"yes yes, please, i need you to touch me, please"
and when his eyes begin to water when you sink down on his poor cock, his hands gripping your waist as he cries out in pleasure, you know you have your brat tamed.

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