“Open.” “Say please.” Not a chance. I grip his chin and squeeze until his lips pop open. I lean in until my lips are brushing his, revelling in the feel of his small body trembling with need on top of mine. “Better start begging soon, Mercer.” I lick his lips, and just as he leans in to take more, I shove the lolly back in his mouth and stand up. I set him on the bed and make a point of adjusting my dick right in front of his face. “Night, baby.”
