Cole
I’m seriously going to die. My balls are swollen and aching, my d**k is harder than granite. And something about Bailey makes me want to do dirty things with her. I’ve watched a lot of p**n—like every eighteen-year-old male—and right now, I have the nastiest ideas in my head.
When she finishes coming, I shift my arms all the way up to her shoulders to scoop her off the table. I set her down in the center of it and rearrange my t-shirt underneath her. I could give her a verbal command. She’s been gloriously obedient, which gives me this heady confidence to do whatever the f**k I want with her. But there’s also something hot about not telling. Just moving her body. Like she’s a f**k-doll just for me.
And of course, the thrill is always seeing whether she’ll let me do it or not. She’s
