His eyes flashed wide with frustration before he scrambled for the condom and thrust it at me. “Stop talking, Fee. Please.” As I opened and rolled the condom on with shaking hands, I muttered, “Give a guy a bejeweled crown and a shiny new chair and he thinks he owns the fucking place. Bossy mother—jesusfuckingchrist!” Lio’s slick finger hit the hot skin of my own hole and pushed right in before pulling back out again just as quickly. I whined at the loss of it and noticed him shoot me a look of satisfaction. “Quit your muttering and fuck me.”
