Edged and Spoiled

Every time he's close to cumming, I stop. My fingers slow down, and I wag my index finger at him like a naughty tease: Not yet. The frustration builds. His breathing gets heavier, his hips twitch, and precum leaks as his body begs for release. But I don't give in. I edge him again… and again… until he's shaking with need. And when he finally cums? I ruin it.