“Mmm… You are a needy thing.” Drake thrusts into my fist. But then he backs away, leaving me going out of my mind from the feeling of Head Priest’s mouth on my cock. “Let us worship you first, little mouse.”
I kinda like how Nyla can get me riled up. Not just, like, aroused, but that she gets me talking. I kind of like that in a book, even if the talking isn’t positive.
