“Come on my cock, and you won’t come on another for the rest of your life.” His grip on my throat tightens, a ferocity in his gaze that dares me, dares me to try to find this feeling anywhere else. “That’s a promise.” “You’re not the boss of me.” “No,” he chuckles, watching me shake. “Something tells me it’ll be you who’s the boss. But right here? My cock inside you? I’m the boss. So come, and let everyone know who this pussy belongs to when you do it.”
