That hardness kept rubbing against my lower body, which was already slick and wet, yet utterly defenseless against its teasing.
Then, suddenly, he stopped.
The last shred of rationality told me this was my chance — to stop things before they went too far. But my body was crying out with emptiness, as if it wasn't ready to end things here.
Scott was breathing heavily, a flush spreading across his face. "Maybe I shouldn't rush things. A doll this beautiful deserves to be properly appreciated."
He lowered himself over me, his warm breath fanning against my ear, sending a ticklish shiver through me.
I bit down hard on my tongue, terrified he might notice something was off.
Then he took my ear into his mouth, his tongue swirling and teasing.
Anyone would have crumbled under that kind of
