“Your body is mine, Smalls.” God, it feels good to say that to her. “Yes!” “Say it,” I demand. “I want to hear you say it.” She swallows, a sheen of sweat across her body. “I’m…oh, God, I’m yours, Colby.” “All mine, Babe. And when you try to walk in the morning, I want you thinking of my cock. My cock that is made for you. Only you, Smalls.”
