“And you want to talk about not being nice? Look at you. The sunshine girl likes to be bad, doesn’t she?” “Close,” she says through a strained breath when I curl all three of my fingers. She reaches out and wraps her hand around my length. The cotton of my briefs rubs against me, and I groan at her touch. “So close. Are you going to come with me?” “Yeah, honey. I’m going to come with you,” I say low in her ear, and she tightens around me. “There you go. You’re doing so well, Maven. Let me see how gorgeous you are when you come.”
