“Have you fucked him yet?” he asks as his hips grind against my core. Heat shoots up my spine. “No,” I answer breathlessly. His eyes close as he lets out a groan. “Do you want to?” He grinds against me again. I know I could lie, but I don’t. Mostly because I hate lying, but also because this is what he wants. He’s asking me this for a reason. “Yes,” I moan.
