SARAH.
I ran my fingers through his hair, but he shook my hand off, so I grabbed two fistfuls of the comforter instead, while spewing unintelligible words at me.
In and out. In and out.
My eyes rolled back in my head, my spine arching off the bed. A drop of sweat ran between my breasts. He worked me like he’d been there before, knowing just how much to give before pulling back.
In a mindless state, I ran a hand into his hair again, grabbing a handful and moving my hips at the same time, trying to keep his attention where I needed it. He let me control the movement for only a second. He nipped at my c**t, and I yelped, trying to jump back and out of his hold. Pain pulsed in that spot.
His narrowed gaze found mine. “You take what I give you.”
I glared, barely biting back the retort on
