Forgetting My Name

My entire body shivered, not because of an uncomfortable feeling like cold, but because I felt amazingly good. I gripped Marvel's shoulder and grazed his skin by accident. He flinched at the prickling pain as my nails left some red lines, and thin crimson arose.

He removed my hand from clawing at him and pulled his hardened shaft out of me, pausing the momentum. Changing position, he lifted and flipped my body around, and I was on my knees facing the backrest, while he was behind me. Still in both surprise and confusion, I needed to wait until my brain could function again before I reacted to any of it.

"Angelo, if you keep scratching my back, I have no choice but to do it this way. Or else, I won't let you come," Marvel told me to conduct myself if I didn't want to get the consequences.

"What… Why? I want to come… Please let me come…" I whined like a child. At this point, I was already beyond my logical self.