“Tell me . . . Mrs. Preston, how would you play with mine?” I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the way he’s holding me so possessively, but I actually hear myself answering. “I’d kneel between your legs,” I say while my hand falls to his thigh. His teeth pull over his bottom lip. “Undo your pants and gently pull you out.” “Then what?” he asks. “Run my tongue along the underside of your cock until you’re fully erect.” “Fuck yes,” he says as his hold on my jaw grows tighter. “Then I’d lower my head and circle your cock with my tongue, over and over again, until you were panting.”
