I bite his lip hard. He hisses and then chuckles. “Rabid fucking cupid. You’re gonna pay for that.” “No teasing,” I whine. He scrapes his scratchy five o’clock shadow against my neck, making me shiver. “I’ll fucking tease you as much as I like. I’ll get you so worked up that you’ll be panting on your knees, begging me. But I’ll only give you what you want if you’re a good girl,” he says, his fingers still barely flitting over my clit.
