“Just because you make me come, doesn’t mean I want to marry you,” she mutters sleepily, making no move to escape my arms. I tilt her face and kiss her stubborn chin. “You can’t blackmail people into happily ever after,” she says. I brush a kiss across her sweet lips. “You need therapy,” she says against my mouth. “I need therapy.” She sighs. I kiss her again. “You’re so weird.” She’s drifting off, but I’m hard again now. I kiss her while I hike her leg higher over my hip and slip into her from behind. And when she comes, she’s kissing me back.
😂🥰
