“Fuck off, Diana. I’m not in the mood for your games.” With a firm grip, he tangled his hand through my hair and yanked me close until our eyes locked together. “I may have said I was a gentleman earlier, but I swear to fuck, I’m this close to losin’ my patience. You want somethin’ tasty? You want both sweet and salty? Then you better put that frosting on my cock like you did those cookies up on the counter and lick me clean until I fill that pretty mouth of yours with my cum.”
