“Yes.”
“Well, then, you might want to get on your knees and thank me properly.”
My gaze flies to meet his. His eyes are scorching, and the playful glint is back, but there’s also something darker. A challenge. He wants to push me, too, not unlike the way I did to him just now.
I arch a single eyebrow at him. “I don’t know if I’m feeling that grateful.”
Zade wraps a hand around my jaw, stroking my lower lip back and forth with his thumb.
“Then do it because you want to. Because you don’t really need a reason to suck my c**k and swallow every drop of c*m I give you, do you?”
I’m sick. That’s why his words would make my n*****s tighten to achy points and my mouth water for another taste of him. “You’re insatiable, Zade.” I try to sound disapproving, but it somehow only comes out in a br
