*Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit content, including graphic descriptions of s****l activity, self-pleasure, and intense emotional scenes. It also explores themes of obsession, control, and possessiveness, which may be triggering for some readers. Reader discretion is advised*
His hips jerked off the chair.
Elijah’s hand was a blur.
Fist clenched around the base of his c**k, stroking fast and furious, spit-slicked and furious, c*m already bubbling at the tip, his chest heaving like a madman.
“f**k…” he choked, head falling back, jaw clenching. His hand gripped tighter. The veins in his forearms bulged. His thighs tensed as he thrust into his own hand, like he was imagining her p***y wrapped around him instead of air.
“That’s right, baby…” he panted. “Touch that p***y.
