“I want to touch you.” I shudder against the diabolical stroke of the fingers inside me. “Not yet.” His voice is gravel and smoke. “Take off your shirt.” “Stop talking.” He kicks my boots apart, forcing me into a wide stance. I bite his lip. “Don’t be a dick.” “If you don’t shut up, I’ll gag you with my dick.” He lowers his knees to the ground between my feet and clasps my hips. “If you’re going to threaten me, make it—” He buries his face in my pussy, stealing my voice and deleting my thoughts.
