“Can I call you a good girl when you’re being my good girl?” I suck in a breath, and nod. Mercy. Directing me lower, he notches his crown inside me. The arm around my middle tethers me to his chest. He spits into his free hand, then slaps it against my clit, sending a burst of need through me. “Ah!” “Good girl,” he praises. “Now take it all.” I’m slammed down on top of him, and my eyes roll back.
