“Say it.” His lips hover over mine. “Why? Will it make you feel better about coming all over your hand watching me?” I raise my eyebrow at him, biting the inside of my mouth. “I didn’t do that from watching you.” The tease of his smile grows. “Really?” I bite back. “Yes. Really. I came thinking about you tied up on my bed, your red ass up in the air as I fuck that little tight hole of yours as you beg me to let you finish.”
