“Shawn. I need to—I have to—please,” Lacey begs, and her hands almost slide down the headboard. “Please what?” I ask. I sit up on my knees and bend over her so I can kiss her. “I told you I’ll give you whatever you want. You just have to ask.” “I need to come. Please let me come.” “You’ve been good, haven’t you? Okay, Lacey girl. You can come. Then you’re going to take my cock because I know you want more.” She whimpers and tightens around me, a few seconds of bliss before she lets out a long, loud moan. It’s a sound I’ve come to love, because I love knowing I made her feel good. “Fuck,” she
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