My heart hammered against my ribs. I should run. I should apologize and flee to my room and never speak of this again. But my feet moved forward of their own accord, carrying me across the threshold into his domain.
He stood, his impressive height making me feel small and vulnerable. His c**k still jutted proudly from his jeans, and my mouth went dry at the sight of it up close. Thick and veiny, with a bead of precum glistening at the tip.
"How long have you been standing there, puppy?" The nickname sent a shiver through me.
"I—I just got home," I stammered, but we both knew I was lying.
His hand shot out and gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. "Don't lie to me. I can smell how wet you are from here." His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, and I couldn't help but par
