"I'll get right up off this table and fuck myself on that dildo until you can't breathe," he snarls, voice tight as the grip he has on his cock now, milking himself for what he's worth. His toes curl again, his knees shake as he curls a finger deep, and uses a bead of precum that dangles dangerously from the tip of his cock to stroke himself back up again.

She looks close. She looks adorable. Wolfwood feels a smile coming on (to stave off the orgasm, of course)

"Kara...do you want me? Do you really want me?"

His voice grows gravelly, a gravel path on the road of life as he slowly pivots his hips into his fingers, a high moan tapers off.