Her soft gasp said what I already knew. That she’d felt me get harder as I stared at her tits. Her stomach. Her every-fuckin’-thing. “Say it, Mac. Tell me I don’t like what I see. Tell me I’m not hard and leaking precum. Tell me I’m not desperate to bury myself inside you and come till you’re overflowing.” Fisting her hair, I tilted her head back. “Lie to me and tell me I don’t want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.”
