“All right, Rochester,” he says, using the nickname I haven’t heard in a while. “Let’s make this interesting. You get three shots. If I block all of them, I get to fuck your mouth again.” God, it was so damn hot when he did that, it hardly sounds like a punishment. “And if I score?” He smirks in a way that would have my panties ripping themselves right off if they could. “You can sit on my face for as long as you want.”
