He breathes a sigh of relief. “Yeah.” “But since you’re offering to give me whatever I want…I should probably take you up on it, huh?” Stepping between his legs, I stroke my chin. “Decisions, decisions.” He swallows thickly. “Whatever it is, I got you.” He starts rattling off a stream of suggestions. “Need me to fuck someone up for you? I’ll do it. Want me to wash your jeep? I’ll make it happen. Buy you lunch every day for the rest of the year? You got it, bro. Hell, I’ll even rub your feet—” “I want you to suck my dick.”
