“Christ, you’re a fucking dream. My walking wet dream.” My pussy throbs with desire, already so wet and swollen, more than ready for him to fill. “Look at this pretty pussy, already crying for my cock.” “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll go find someone who will,” I threaten, impatient and horny. I can’t wait any longer. I need him to stop playing with his food and fucking eat it. A shadow crosses Gage’s face, anger darkening his eyes. A tattooed hand circles my throat, pushing me back on the desk as the broad head of his cock presses into my pussy.
