“Can you admit it?” He asked after what I was sure was a close monitor of my emotions. I nodded. “I need the words, Eryn.” “It means something,” I admitted. He grabbed my hair and wrapped it around his fist. The grip was tight enough to sting as my curls were pulled at the roots, and I cried out as he tipped my head back. His cock sat right in front of me, the tip rubbing around my lips. “Then open up, princess. Show me what you can do.”
