“It’s mine.” “What’s yours?” I asked. “You.” He sighed and tightened his hold on me. “And your perfect little pussy.” “Johnny,” I breathed. “You can’t say things like that.” “Touch my dick.” “No, Johnny, I’m not touching your dick.” “Are you sure?” I chuckled. “I’m sure.” “But you will, right?” he asked, looking forlorn. “Someday?” “Someday,” I whispered in his ear. “I promise.” He smiled up at me with this adorable drunk expression. “Gimme a kiss,” he purred.
