Can't Touch

by Chara Croft

“Not your job to take care of my needs, sweetheart.” Although fuck if I wouldn’t like him to.

Here I was, playing with fire even though I knew better, but damn if the heat didn’t draw me in like a moth to a flame.

“You’re going to tell me what I want, aren’t you, baby? I know you like being good for me.”

I didn’t just want to make Sean feel good, I wanted to ruin him for anyone but me. I wanted to fucking wreck him.

“I want you to be my everything, sweetheart.”

“Show me, baby. Fuck my mattress with that eager little dick of yours. Let me see exactly how you do it when you’re all alone and know you’re being bad.”

“Just like that, baby. So fucking hot. Use my bed like a fuck toy.

God, he was perfect, wasn’t he? All mine and always letting me have whatever I wanted. Which was him. Fuck. Always.