All You Can Eat

BASTARD! I thought, wishing the silver letter opener were in my fist, rather than inside the locked desk drawer.
He paused, looking up at me, a sloppy grin on his hated face. By the way, he told me, the terms I offered you earlier, which you rejected, have gone up-considerably. For me to overlook your little debt to La Petite Mademoiselle, I won’t be satisfied with just one free meal, at your expense. He gave my cock a hard squeeze. It’s going to cost you all I can eat.”

Bastard! I thought again, but I said nothing, having no choice but to acquiesce to his demands.
He kissed my balls while he squeezed my penis rapidly in his fist. Like a disobedient traitor, my cock began to stiffen and swell, standing upright. He licked the ripened, purple glans. Delicious! he said, salivating, Absolutely scrumptious!”