“I don’t even want to f*****g talk to you until I scream your name when I cum.” Jewel told him, pushing into the apartment. “You f*****g liar,” Dustin teased. “You couldn’t keep your mouth shut during s*x if you tried.”
Jewel reached back and flicked the door lock closed as he toed off his shoes. True to his word, not a sound left Jewel’s throat but a satisfied grunt when he backed Dustin into the wall of the hallway and found Dustin’s throat with his teeth. Dustin hissed and pulled back. “Careful. No marks.”
Amused, Jewel paused. “Since when?”
“Since I said so,” Dustin growled and reached around to pull Jewel against him. “And see? I told you you’d say something.” He grabbed Jewel’s forearm and got a flash of another time, another moment, a circle forming in his head. How he’d grabbed
