With every curl of my fingers and every touch to my clit, his whines get more frequent, and I might need to put him out of his misery early. “You’re so sweet. So perfect. God. Look at you,” he says. “I love that you can take care of yourself. I love that you want to use me just so you can come. You have to know I’m willing, Lexi. You can have whatever you want from me.”
