He decides to answer by rolling us over again so he’s on top of me, smashing me with all his glorious manly weight. Not that I’ll tell him I enjoy it, because he’s already enough of a monster. Then he kisses me deeply, holding my head in his hands.
When we come up for air, he says gruffly, “I need to f**k you again.”
“I like that plan, but we need to talk about some things first. No, don’t flex your hips. That’s distracting. And stop kissing my neck. I have more questions.”
“So go ahead and ask them.”
He bites my neck, then slides his hand down to my chest and starts to fondle my breast.
“I’ll forget what I was saying if you keep doing that.”
Pinching my n****e, he chuckles. “Hopefully.”
I shiver in pleasure, loving the feel of his rough cheek against my neck and his rough hand on m
