“Do it,” I beg, rocking my hips against him. I drop a hand down to my clit, working the sensitive bud as his fingers tighten at my throat. “Do it,” I say again. “Ryan, squeeze. Choke me, baby. I want you to—” “Oh, fuck,” he groans behind me, both hands going to my neck as he gently squeezes. Our hips slam together, and I work my clit, centering all my feeling on his hands at my throat, restricting my air supply. “More,” I rasp. “Please—God—” His hands tighten as he cries out in agony and ecstasy, trying to hold back his orgasm.
Absolutely dangerous.
