Don't stop

"Please... Don't stop." You say between moans. He seems amused as he keeps stroking your organ in a regular pace, his hand sliding the length of your cock up and down repeatedly, making you quiver. Meanwhile, his other hand landed on your thigh, and was now slowly caressing you. You grow impatient as you can feel yourself reaching your orgasm, moving your hips forward as you use his hand. You're moaning openly now, squirming with lust. "Faster" you beg, closing your eyes. You're close, ****, you're so close. You start to moan random gibberish without paying attention, things like "more", "please" and "fuck". Then, suddenly, he stops, leaving you hard and messy.

"What-" You begin to say, whining pathetically.

"You can't be the only one getting off, can you?" He interrupts you. "I don't think the Republic would find that very... democratic" He says, making you sigh. He wouldn't let you get away with it easily, would he?

As you lay there, frustrated, you wonder if he gets off on your desperation.

"What do you have in mind?" You ask.