“Tell me the truth, Maven. Who do you think about when you use your toy?” “You,” she whines, and smug possessiveness pulses through me. “Of course I think about you. I wish you were touching me right now.” “So do I, pretty girl,” I rasp, one hand around my dick. I’ve never been this hard in my life and I give myself a few quick strokes, dangerously close to blowing a load. “I’d make you feel good.” “Can I see you?” she asks, and she runs her tongue over her bottom lip like she’s fucking starving for a sight of my dick. “Can I see how hard you are, Dallas? Please?” That sweet little please is
...more
