“Or do you prefer it a little rougher?”
I clenched my eyes shut—dug my nails into his skin—when he thrust faster, the heel of his hand slamming into my pubic bone. Rolling me onto my back and covering my body with his, his spent cock resting between my legs. “He sees you when you’re sleeping.”
“Very good.” His hand smoothed over the spot that tingled, which made it throb. I cursed in my head that he always had the right thing to say. My ass was stinging, but I pressed past the slight pain, focusing on the growing, pulsing sensations in my pussy that warned of an imminent orgasm. Tender didn’t even begin to describe what I felt back there. “Since we’re being open here, before we go any further, I think it’s a good time to address something important.”
“Okay…” I started to lift my gaze and got as far as his mouth.
