“Enough. I’m ready,” Baltasar huffed, as bratty and impatient as ever. “I’ve been ready for that lizard dick since I woke up. Been ready my entire life.” Chuckling, I lined myself up and slid him down my length until he was fully seated. “Such big talk from such a tiny little thing,” I purred, my smirk growing as he shuddered at my words. “Should we see how much of me you can take?” His gaze was glassy but coherent. “Yes, please. Fill me the fuck up, Salah. I need to feel you.”
