“Oh, Jess. I can’t make it that easy for you, now can I? That’s no fun. I like watching you struggle.” I pouted, wiggling on his lap so I could grind up against him. “It would be fun! Just a quickie-” “No, angel.” His voice was firm. “Not yet. When I fuck you - if I do - it won’t be some quick fuck on a couch. I’ll make you scream.”
