“You wanna get inside me, Farrow?” I reached between us to circle his head with my fist as I glided along his shaft. “That what you mean? Who’ll top who?” Mark moaned, eyes fluttering closed when I twisted my wrist. He drew in a staggered breath. “Yeah. I didn’t want to assume anything.” “You’re not ready for me to fuck you.” It was the truth. And besides, I was burning with a need that had existed for years, with fantasies that had become scorching impetus.
