~Jayan~
Bethany’s pretty little mouth quirks up in a deliciously evil smile, and she leans over, close enough that damp tendrils of her hair frame my face, and I stop breathing altogether, world screeching to a stop as I pray to all the gods that she's going to kiss me.
But instead, she whispers, “You want more?"
Her fingers skim the head of my c**k.
I grit my teeth as my hips jerk up of their own accord again, desperation and need taking the reins until all I can think about is getting more from her.
More of anything, but especially her calling me a pretty pet.
“Gods, I need it. Please,” I pant.
"Good answer. But you will have to earn it."
Everything about her voice is smooth and deceptively gentle, yet there's that same powerful undertone in it that I'm realizing is always there.
