He pulled out and paused with just the tip inside. I whipped my head around to look at him over my shoulder. He was still braced over me, his face close. “Don’t you fucking dare.” His body shuddered. “Oh my god, did you just say fucking?” I arched my back, desperate for more. “So?” “So? God, I hate how hot you are.” He thrust back in. “I hate that your cock feels good.” “I hate that you make me hard every time I fucking see you.”
