“I said, are you still mad, Cherry?” I look at him, my eyes filling with tears from the devastation that he stopped giving me what I wanted. “Because I’ll stop. But if you want me to devour every part of you, say the words, my sweet Ari.” I bite my lips, panting angrily. “Please.” “Please, what?” He hisses into my ear. “Keep devouring.” “Devour what?” He teases, and I’m getting impatient. Longing for his cock, uncaring of where it might go. I want him so badly. The one time I’ve ever begged for a man to destroy me, and I’m internally shaming myself. “Everything that makes me, me.”
