Wayne’s POV
“Are you…” My voice is stuck in my throat, hand trembles as it lies on her soft breast. So many wild things I can do with her and I want to do with her, run through my head, but I need to be sure she is in her right senses.
If only Eloise knew how much I want to rub my c**k on her p***y. She doesn't need to let me in, just grant me this much of rubbing her f*****g p***y…
And here she is, giving herself on a platter.
“Are you sure?” I force the words out even though I’m hoping she doesn't flip and change her mind.
I don't look at her breasts that tempt me to run my wet tongue along her smooth skin… I keep my eyes on hers, reading her sincerity.
“Yes.” She says with this desperation that I can't place my hands on. “f**k me.”
Oh, f**k. The way she says it makes me jump
