When I pull away, he has a dark look in his eyes, like he’s struggling not to throw me down and fuck into me. Fuck, I want it. I want him to fill me up so completely I can’t help but come again, this time all over his cock. “Bex,” he says, his voice still so low and rough it makes me shiver. “I want you,” I say. “I want . . .” “Keep going.” “I want you to fuck me,” I say in a rush. “Good girl,” he praises. He drags his thumb over my lips, dipping into my mouth in a tender gesture before pulling back.
