"I should not have...have held your throat," he murmured, eyelids growing heavy as I stroked him through his pants. His breaths were ragged as I tightened my grip. "You are too fragile, too precious. I shamed myself." "You made me come so hard," I teased, grinning, leaning in and kissing his chin. His eyes rolled back and he bucked into my hand, and I resisted the urge to laugh. "Hunter, look at my throat now."
