“Fucking, cunty, bastard, evil demon.” The litany of insults was spat from Oscar’s lips as his hips humped the air helplessly. “So fucking help me, if you don’t finish the job this time, I’m doing it myself.” “Now, now,” I replied, pushing back into him mercilessly. “We both know it’s going to be worth it in the end.” “If I ever get there,” he muttered darkly. I chuckled. Who knew Oscar would be this fun to edge?
