“I know you've said it before, Tim. But do you really want me to show you everything? To f**k you how I f****d all those girls?” We were completely n***d on the bed now, and I moaned as Damien trailed hot, torturous kisses up from my belly button to my chest where his tongue circled around my left n****e. He sucked on it, then tugged. I writhed about on the sheets like dynamite about to explode.
Nevertheless, I wanted more.
“Yes, Damien. I'm sure. Just...end my misery already.”
“You really don't want me holding anything back?” He whispered with a brow raised as though asking you really sure you know what you're getting yourself into?
I groaned in irritation. “YES! And that's in capital letters. Don't make me feel like you don't want this too. I know you're scared that you might hurt me
