“Heathen,” I’d teased, but fuck if it didn’t feel good to experience him like this. “Your heathen,” he growled, nipping at my bottom lip. “Don’t let any of those motherfuckers get too close or you put them down, yeah?” “Oh yeah,” I agreed, playing with the ridiculously soft hair in his beard just because I was allowed the intimacy, and holy shit, did that feel amazing. “And when you get done with this shit, I’m gonna eat you out while you sit on my face in this dress.” “Aye aye, sir,” I said,
I love the trust and confidence here 🥰 and of course 🥵
