he does it, which turns me on despite the discomfort. Finally, he pulls out slowly and lets go of my hair. I land on my hands and start gasping for air as I wipe my face. I look up to tell him off and find that maddening, cunning smile on his face. “What happened?” he asks, jaw ticking. “I thought you didn’t care?” Asshole. I glare up at him. “I don’t.”
