“You look so good on my cock, Tem,” he whispered. Tem wanted to move—to slide her hips forward to show him how good she looked riding his cock. But he had told her to be still, so she was. She watched him as he watched her, his eyes traveling over her body with haughty satisfaction. “Who knew that the only time you took orders was in bed?” Tem rolled her eyes. “Don’t get used to it.” “I certainly won’t.”
