“Holy fuck,” Mickey gasps, taking his fingers with him when he stands back. My eyes widen, and my muscles wound tight as I snap upright. “What?” Did I do something wrong? Does he find me… gross? Maybe it’s too much for him in the light, or he needs more time to get used to being between my legs? Or… it could just be a cramp. I mean, he’s been going at it pretty hard, right? My gaze trails over the moisture covering his face and dripping down his chest. A splatter of dark wet patches stains his jeans. Slowly, I look down at the sheets between my legs. Soaked.
PLEADE 😭😭
