“Stop it.” I freeze with my pants pulled halfway up. Uh. What? “Excuse me?” I straighten up, still holding my pants at my thighs, and turn to look at him. My dick starts to harden at the idea of him wanting to fuck me. At how his hands feel on my skin. The rough grip he always has. I want marks. Bites, finger tips, anything. “Stop thinking.” His voice has that menacing bark to it that makes me hard. It’s all I can do to stand still. That damn tone has precum sticking me to my underwear. God. Dammit.
