Chris
I wake up to Lilly straddling my waist. Naked. Grinding her p***y against my d**k. I grip her by the hips and groan. “f**k, baby, stay still.”
“Don’t you want me?” she asks.
“More than anything, but you need to get dressed. It’s...” I glance at the clock on my nightstand. “Five in the morning.”
“So?”
“So, your father must be worried sick.”
She leaned her head forward and feathers her lips over mine.
Damn tease.
Lilly kisses me and whispers, “What’s wrong, old man? Can’t keep up with me?”
I narrow my eyes and flip us over so that I’m on top. “I can keep up just fine, little girl.”
“Oh, yeah?” she teases, “Prove it.”
“Babygirl, don’t tempt me. If I f**k you right now, I won’t stop until I’ve f****d you in every one of your holes. Now, be a good girl and put on your clothes.
