I brought my hands up to him, one cupping his balls and the other fisting the rest of him. His head snapped forward, and he yanked me away with a growl. He bent down, his upper lip curling. “Did I say you could do that?” “I wanted to—” “Are you not my good girl?” he hissed. I nodded, biting my lip. “Yes.” “Put your hands on my thighs. Tap me if it gets to be too much,” he ordered. I did as he said. “Your throat will take my cock until you agree to be good,”
