I’m going to come if she doesn’t stop.
“Enough,” I growl, sitting up and grabbing her fast enough to surprise her, to send a cute little squeak out of her mouth.
“But I want to see you come,” she says from the cage of my arms. “You promised I could see you come.”
She’s too perfect not to kiss, so I kiss her. I drop my mouth to hers and I f**k her mouth with my tongue the way I want to f**k her p***y. “You’ll see me come, princess,” I murmur against her lips. “You will.”
She’s dazed by the kiss, melted and boneless in my arms, sharing breath with me, tentatively sliding her tongue against mine, her hands flexing and fisting at my bare chest like a kitten kneading her paws. “I want you to come now,” she finally manages. “Now.”
“One thing first.” And if I enjoyed having this body
