I closed my eyes, trying to focus entirely on his touch. His fingers kept rubbing that tender spot, and my body reacted instinctively, moving against him. The tension in my core was building, tighter with each stroke.
"Do you like that, Puppy?" he asked, his breath warm against my ear. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
I nodded against his chest, unable to form words.
His fingers pressed harder, moving faster. "Do you want to come?" he asked again, but I couldn’t respond. All I could do was moan as the pleasure kept building.
"Then ask politely," he slowed down just enough to make me open my eyes. My cheeks flushed. There was no way I was going to ask him for that.
He smirked, sensing my hesitation. "Or are you going to admit that you were wrong, and I do know what a woman wants?"
I bit my
