I want to give myself to him—in every way.
“Bedroom,” I pant, wanting to be somewhere else. When I ask, he gives me what I want. I assume Hannah has gone to Fiona’s.
The vase comes crashing to the floor with the force of Punky’s strokes, but he complies, lifting me off the counter. He doesn’t stop f*****g me, however. I bounce on his length as he carries me to the bedroom. He tosses me onto the bed, where he climbs on top of me, re-entering me without missing a stroke.
We’re slick and hot, and it’s everything I could want, which is why I say, “I want you to lose control.”
He slows down, looking for any clues to what exactly I mean.
This face paint flames my bravado as I clear up any confusion. “I want to see what this face can really do.”
He groans, dropping his chin to look at where
