"I've been thinking about this all day," he said, his voice roughening. "About you kneeling for me, about claiming you."
Honey knelt before Sir, her pulse thrumming with anticipation as she gazed up at his masked face. The heat in his eyes sent ripples of desire through her body, making her n*****s hard and her p***y clench on nothing.
"What are you waiting for?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. "Show me how much you've missed me."
Understanding his command, Honey reached for his belt, her fingers working the buckle. She slid it through the loops, the soft hiss of leather against fabric filling the quiet room. His eyes never left her face as she unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper, revealing the outline of his arousal straining against his black boxer
