“I know what you like.” What he needs. “It’s not for me,” he says, speaking more clearly as he tries to get me to listen to him, blinking his hooded eyes to try and clear his head of all the hedonism plaguing him. “Not just for me. You––I want you to like it, Bash. You can fuck me hard. You can take me however you want.” “Liam,” I grab his chin, forcing him to stay looking at me. “You don’t think I’ll take what I want from you? That I’d even be inside you right now if I didn’t like this? This little cunt is perfect, sweetheart. Just right. This is how I want it, just like this.”
