Claiming His Son's Séxy Girlfriend (3)
She moved toward him. “Maybe I do.”
He nodded toward the chair she’d just vacated. “Up.”
She stepped onto it, now face to face with him. Her hungry eyes held him.
“How long does he last in bed?”
“A few minutes,” she admitted, her voice trembling now. “At best.”
“You need more than that.”
She nodded. “God, yes, I do, sir. I need so much more.”
Ron’s voice was controlled. “Does he use a condom every time?”
“Yes, sir. Always. He finishes and just… stops.”
“Does he make you cúm?”
She looked down for a second. “No. Never.”
His jaw tensed. “So how do you finish?”
She lifted her chin. “Usually with my fingers when I get home. He’s too rough and he doesn’t pay attention. He just shoves them in, like I’m some kind of séx toy. No patience. No rhyth
