“Take your bra off,” I grate out, palming my cock through my underwear to give myself a second of relief before reaching for the hem of my shirt to pull it up and over my head. Dani’s eyes are still trained between my legs, scowling now. “Don’t tell me what to do.” “Should I ask nicely?” I drop to my knees, running my hands up the insides of her thighs. She watches the path they take, her chest rising and falling more roughly now. “Or do you just like it better when I do it for you?” “Fuck you,” she mumbles. So prickly. I grin anyway. “I plan to.”
