“Jesus,” he says, nostrils flaring as he looks at me. “You fucking love this, don’t you? Admit you love being held down and fucked.” I do, but I’m not about to give in that easily. “Not as much as you love doing it.” “I’m so goddamn close,” he says. “Keep running that smart mouth. Maybe I’ll just go ahead and come, and let you wait until later.” I can’t. I can’t let him do it. I’m so close. “I love it.”
