Fisting a hand in my hair, he pulls my head down and rasps, “You said I was generous. Wonderful. Loyal.” He crushes his mouth to mine and drinks deep from it until I’m whimpering. Then he turns his mouth to my ear and growls, “You fucking defended me.” I say breathlessly, “I can’t tell if you’re mad or happy about that.” He flexes his hips, grinding his erection against me. His answer comes through gritted teeth. “Oh, baby, I’m gonna show you exactly how I feel about it.”
