The way he was talking to you made you feel as if you were going to melt.
You didn't know if Mettaton knew exactly how much of an effect he had on
you, but you were pretty sure he had at least an idea, and he was certainly
using it to his advantage. You were basically putty in his hands at this
point, willing to do anything, and you were so close.
"Sweetheart," he looked deep into your eyes. "I want you to cum for me,
alright?