Dane wasted no time after that and pulled my pants and boxer briefs down. I groaned lowly as I lowered a hand to grip my own d**k to help with the pressure. He slapped my hand away, grabbed my wrist and put it back on the counter.
“Make sure you keep them there,” he said with a bite right near my scent gland. I nearly melted to the ground.
His hands were gripping my ass, kneading it. One of his hands lowered until he lightly traced my hole. I knew I was wet with slick. My upper body was flushed with both embarrassment and exhilaration at the exposure.
“f**k. You’re so wet. Fuck.” I’d never heard Dane sound like that, so broken. So needy.
My heart swelled at the thought that I made him do that. I made him lose control. My ass at least.
“Goddamn, stop talking!” I groaned, “I need you f*
