“You want more, baby? You want to come for me?” I nod, restless. “Please, Ares. Please. Make me come, my love.” He smiles then. “I’ll reward you for calling me my love, but you don’t get to come unless you swear to me that no other man will ever help you with your stretches.” He turns his face in and kisses my thigh, his touch tender. “You want it, don’t you? You want to come on my tongue, don’t you, baby?”
