Chapter Twenty-six
Sally’s grin was wide. “Why, do you want me to be?”
“You can be whatever you like, gorgeous, because I’m going to f**k you now. So you’d better hurry up and get that condom on me.”
“With pleasure,” she said, placing her free hand in the centre of his chest and pushing him until he lay flat on the bed, his head on the pillows. Then she shuffled down between his legs and grasped his c**k, before pumping it slowly a couple of times.
Matthew grunted. “Christ, woman, roll that fucker on fast.”
“I can do better than that.”
“You can?” Instead of asking how, he propped himself up on his elbows to see exactly what she had in mind. When he realised what she was about to do, his eyebrows shot up of their own accord. He hadn’t been expecting it, and he’d never had it done to h
