CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
EASTON
I wait for Tatum to make a move, and when she stares blankly up at me, I know she’s out of her comfort zone when it comes to asking for what she wants.
“Tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it,” I tell her.
“I want you to make me lose control.”
Instead of asking her to elaborate, I press our mouths together and guide her to the bed. She lies down, and I tower over her, placing a knee between her legs.
“Show me how you touch yourself.”
Her doe eyes meet mine.
“Or do you need your vibrator?” I grin.
“I mean, if you don’t think you can do the job, sure.”
“That’s hilarious. You know damn well I can. And I will. Over and over until you beg me to stop. Until you lose your voice from screaming all night, and your body is limp from pleasure.”
She gulps, a
