“Thank you for so kindly paying my debt, Samantha,” he amplified, his face warm. “Thank you for not using a condom.” He wriggled happily deep within at the wicked smile he brought to her queenly visage, and at last he forced out, “Thank you for making me eat your p***y right after everybody else had just squirted you full of sperm.”
Still her speculative gaze mocked him. Deliberately she prodded her wet flesh, yet still she waited somehow, trembling.
He was powerless to resist her, he realized once more. God, the degradation! And yet there was a sweetness in his wallowing surrender, too, and a comfort. “Thank you for making me—” Tom bit his lip, and then, looking straight into those glassy green orbs, amended softly, “—for finally letting me worship you like that.”
At this correction, S
