“And why’s that?” She looks up at me, her lips in a pout. “You don’t want me anymore?”
“Don’t be f*****g crazy now,” I say, knowing her angle.
“Then what is it?” she asks as she pulls her camisole over her head and tosses it. My d**k rises higher to attention as I watch her wrap her arms around her back and unclasp her b*a.
I swallow, deciding that I don’t care what her angle is anymore—I f*****g need her.
“Give me your controller,” I say, reaching around her, but she stops me.
“No way.” She blocks my hand again. “I’m not surrendering.”
I tilt my head at her with a knowing smirk. “So being a c**k tease is your angle?”
“I work with my advantages.” She grins, pushing her chest out.
Narrowing my eyes at her, I try to think through my next move. I don’t give two shits about the damn vi
