Nimble fingers stroke me again, teasing me until I beg. I’m close, but we both know he’s not letting me get off yet. He’s just getting me so hot that my judgment is absolutely incinerated before he gets me near the bed. And it’s working. “Please,” I whimper. My back arches off the wall, hips pressing into him needily. He tsks, slowing his caresses even more. “When do you get to come, Violet?” “When you say so.” “That’s right.”
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