“You’re a bossy little brat in the morning,” I tell her. The way her eyes feast on the sight of me tells me I’m right and only makes me harder. “You have no idea,” she says, inching closer toward me, taking her bottom lip between her teeth as she slides her own hand down her center. “Spit on your cock and fuck your hand for me, Cole.” Jesus fucking— “Christ, woman,” I say but can’t help but follow her orders.
