Francesca
Faust paused, his mouth twitching as he tossed the plastic bottle onto the bed. "I like the way you think, but no. That's not why I have it. But someday you'll beg me to grab your ass, to put my d**k in there and f**k you."
I wanted to scoff, tell him that would never happen, but Faust was a man who enjoyed a challenge. Refusing meant he'd try even harder.
"Come here." He pointed to where he was, his face tense with desire. For me.
Whatever he had in mind, I was more than ready. A few more orgasms, I told myself. This wasn't a big deal. What sane woman would turn that down?
I rolled onto my hands and knees and crawled toward him, never looking away from his dark gaze. He followed me, like a panther watching its next meal, a hunter eager to tear into its prey. His
