He grips my hand still planted firmly on his thigh and moves it to the bulge in his pants. I whimper, his erection hard and long beneath my palm. A promise or a threat? I can’t tell with him anymore. He strokes my hand up his shaft to the tip. “Mmm,” he groans. Liquid heat pools between my legs. Wes and I are in public, touching each other where anyone could see us, yet it feels like we’re the only two in the room. Like he could pull me into his lap and slide me on his cock right here, and I would let him. My legs fall apart. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs.
