“Lucy,” he warns, nostrils flaring. “Fuck. Lucy, shit. Can…can I please come?” Him asking for permission makes me move faster. “You need it bad, huh?” “So bad. I’m so fucking close. Please, baby.” I huff, nodding. “Do it, pretty boy. Come for me.” Eyes widening when I don’t make a move to climb off him, he lets out a strangled noise. “I’m not wearing anything—” “Inside me. Fill me up, please.”
