“No… doesn’t feel boring…” I pant, as the hand on my ass moves to my hip, his fingers gripping me and slowly pulling, making me rock into him. My hands are still uselessly clutching the material of his shirt by his chest, as he keeps guiding my body, the feel of his bulge pressing into my core, making my body feel warm.
He trails his hand from my hair, around my neck, flattening his palm as he runs it down my panting chest, pulling his lips from my skin to look up at me.
“Reckon you can be a good girl for me, Doll?” He whispers, making me look down at him, the hand on my hip still guiding my body over him.
“I… what? Now?” I breathe, biting my bottom lip when he thrusts his hips against me.
“Whenever I need you to be.” He growls in response, taking his hand off my chest to put it on my
