“Tyler.” He hums a response, the sound vibrating through my body. “I need you inside of me,” I mutter. He stops his torment and repositions so that his dick nudges my entrance. Pleasure spreads through me. I’m so close. He reaches over and gets a condom from the side table. “Whose pussy is this?” “Yours.” I’m so close if he blew on my clit I think I’d come. He covers himself and rubs the head of his cock along my slit. “Whose pussy?” “Yours,” I repeat. He drives in an inch. “Whose?” “Yours, Tyler.” “Good girl.” He drops a kiss on my lips and then pushes in all the way.
