“Your body is perfection, and any man, especially a real man like me, would do just about anything to have a woman like you in my bed. So don’t you dare discredit yourself or your figure based on weak unimportant men and women in the world who have no class or experience with perfection.” I leaned forward, once again upping the clit stimulator secretly. “Because you are fucking perfection, Peyton. And if I want to feed you five different desserts so I can watch the way you sensually eat them, I will.”
