he says. I open my eyes and look up at him, and I’m met with his hooded eyes filled with lust. The sight of him makes my walls squeeze around him, which he must have felt because his eyes drift closed for a minute, and he throws his head back with a groan. When he opens his eyes, they find mine, and he speeds up his thrusts for a few seconds and then slows down again. I cry out again, and he laughs.
