“Sweetheart, tell me what you need to come. Tell me what you like.” I’m breathing fast and shallow. “What you’re doing,” I whisper. “If you’re not getting tired.” His lips tip into a smile. “Tired? I’m not that old, and even if I were, this pussy would raise me from the dead. I’ll do what I’ve been doing, but you tell me if what you want changes.” “Mm-hmm. Yes,” I say.
