**”Tell Me How to Cum for You”**

Drew had me by the throat—not hard, just enough to let me know she was in control. Her fingers were warm, her nails digging lightly into my skin as she leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. “You wanna cum for me?” she murmured, and just like that, my cock was already throbbing.

I nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes.”

Her lips curled into a smirk. “Then tell me exactly how you touch yourself when you think about me.”

Fuck. My dick twitched against my jeans, already leaking. I could smell her perfume, sweet and fucking intoxicating, and all I wanted was to bury my face between her thighs. But she wasn’t letting me off that easy.

“Start talking,” she ordered, her hand sliding down my chest, stopping just above my belt. “Tell me how you stroke that cock when you’re alone.”

I groaned, my voice rough. “I—I grip it tight at the base first. Slow.” My fingers flexed like I could feel it now, my palm sliding over my shaft, imagining her watching. “I like making it last when it’s for you.”

Drew bit her lip, her pupils blown wide. “Good. Keep going.”

My breath hitched. “Then I rub my thumb over the tip, spreading the pre-cum down the shaft. Fuck, it’s so wet when I think about you.” My hips jerked involuntarily, and she laughed, low and knowing.

“Are you hard right now?” she asked, her fingers toying with my zipper.

“Fuck yeah.”

She unbuttoned my jeans, her fingers brushing against the bulge in my boxers. I hissed, my cock straining against the fabric. “Show me,” she whispered.

I shoved my pants down just enough to free my dick—thick, flushed red, already dripping. Drew licked her lips as I wrapped my hand around it, giving it a slow stroke. “Like this,” I muttered, my grip tightening. “I imagine it’s your hand. Your perfect fucking fingers.”

She moaned, her own hand drifting between her legs. “Faster,” she breathed.

I obeyed, picking up the pace, my thumb swiping over the head every few strokes. “I think about your mouth,” I admitted, gritting my teeth. “How good your tongue feels when you lick me just under the head—fuck, Drew—”

She let out a soft whimper, her fingers working her clit through her panties. “What else?”

“I imagine your pussy,” I growled. “How tight you are when I first push in. How you moan when I fill you up.” My balls tightened, my strokes getting rougher. “I wanna come all over you. On your tits, your face—wherever you let me.”

Drew’s breath came faster, her cheeks flushed. “Do it,” she ordered. “Cum for me right now.”

That was all it took. My orgasm ripped through me, hot stripes of cum spilling over my fist, some landing on my stomach. My hips jerked uncontrollably as I groaned her name, my vision going white at the edges.

When I finally came down, panting, Drew was smirking at me. “Good boy,” she purred, licking her fingers clean. “Now clean yourself up. We’re not done yet.”