Really, telling your fiancé you want him to fuck you hard is nothing special.” “Figures you’d say that,” I say, trying to divert his attention from me. “You’re a fuckboy.” “Maybe. But if you were my fiancée, you wouldn’t be asking another man how to get me into bed,” he says in a firm voice. “In fact, I’d keep you pinned to that mattress until it’s worn out, and then we’d move to the couch. Or the floor.”
