“Need to taste you again.” He flips us over and settles beneath me. “Take your throne, princess.” I try to move back to ride him, but he halts me with a hand on my hips. “Sit on my face.” “Y-your face?” I stutter. “Will you be able to breathe?” “Breathing isn’t my top priority at the moment.” He yanks me up his body, tightens his grip on my waist, and brings me to his mouth. I suppress a scream of relief, but he pulls my hand away and pins it at my side. “I didn’t say hover,” he growls. “I said sit.”
I spit my coffee out I kid you not
