“Make me feel good,” I say, but it’s more of a plea. Don’t let me down. “Always.” His big, hot hands cup my butt, pulling me upward. I wrap my legs around him so I’m cradling his cock where I’m aching the most. I curse my stupidity in choosing pants for the evening. I should’ve worn a loose skirt. Then I could’ve been cradling him against only a thong. I grip one broad shoulder, my fingers digging into the hard muscles, and use the other hand to tug at his shirt. I want to run my greedy palm all over his naked chest, kiss and lick every inch of his scrumptious body.
