“You like that?” “Y-yeah.” I squeeze her throat a little tighter as I go on thrusting my hips, rubbing my piercing over her G-spot until she whimpers and claws at my back. “Breathe, Joey,” I remind her, and she sucks in a breath. “You need to get air while you can, baby, because I’m going to squeeze a little tighter soon and you’re not going to be able to breathe. You understand?” “Yes.” Fuck, I love how much she trusts me. “I won’t let anything happen to you, but if it gets too much or you get scared, you tap me, okay?” “Tap out,” she says with a wicked smile.
