“You’d like it wouldn’t you?” He purrs, “Having my handprint on your pretty ass. Would you be dripping, Olivia? Like you’re soaking your panties right now?” I tilt my chin up, forcing my body not to squirm. He leans in just a touch further, his lips a whisper against mine and my own part, lashes fluttering. “You fucking would,” His words are spoken right against my mouth and I almost sigh when his tongue touches my bottom lip, “Just know, I’d fucking love it just as much.”
