Lilly
Chris stands behind me and leans over me, whispering in my ear. “Are you ready for it?”
“Yes,” I whisper to him.
“Not yet,” Chris grips my hips and jerks me back to him, “You’re not ready for it. That’s why I have some toys prepared for you.”
“T-toys?” I ask nervously.
He pulls away from me and comes around , slipping into the bed. I raise my head and meet his dark gaze. I bite my lip as his finger trails down the side of my face and says, “You know I have to punish you, right?”
“Yes,” I whisper, “Please…”
“Open your mouth,” he says as he brings his thumb to my mouth. “Suck.”
I take his thumb in my mouth. A salty bitterness invades my mouth as he slides his digit in and out. A slow torturous thrust to make me ache.
“Mmm, yeah,” he groans, “Suck it real good and make it nice
