Until he reaches back around and presses his wet thumb between my ass cheeks. I jerk, stiffening. My eyes fly open wide. “Easy, viper,” he croons gently. “Remember, you can always say no.” “I can always use that pen on the nightstand to puncture your jugular, too.” “Until I hear a no or you communicate what else you’d rather have me do, I’m amusing myself with this perfect arse of yours.” Slowing the thrusts of his hips, he starts to gently stroke his thumb back and forth over the sensitive knot of flesh. Around and around, over and down, he fondles it as I try to decide if it’s amazing or if
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