“This might sound kind of fucked up,” I say to Dustin, looking at him above his fiancé’s bobbing head, “but tell me, do you think you deserve this? Think about your body, your attitude, the vibe you give off. Do you think you inspire this in others? I’m not saying you never will, but right now, as you are, sitting here. Do you deserve this?”
“No,” he says, his voice quiet but clear.
As if it drive the point home, Beth unwraps her lips from my cock and starts licking in long, unbroken lines from the base of my scrotum up to the shaft. She’s truly lost herself in her work, and I wonder if she’s even hearing the conversation around her.
“You’re welcome to stay and watch if you like, but I’m going to fuck her now.”
Dustin shifts in his chair, and one hand is rubbing the front of his khakis. He doesn’t say anything, but his expression and body language make it clear he wants to stay.
“And listen, this doesn’t have to be a sobfest for you. Enjoy watching. You don’t have to worry about being bad at fucking.”
His lips curl up in a wan smile. He’s so much more likable now.