“You just want something to argue about.” He chuckled and licked up my stomach, starting where he nipped at it.
“You love it when I argue back.” I moaned out as he inserted a finger. “Ouch.” He nipped me on my upper thigh. "Do I have to put a muzzle on you?"
He grinned up at me and from the look in his eye, I knew I had said the wrong thing before his teeth latched onto my inner thigh.
"Stop it! Ouch!" I screamed and laughed as it wasn't hard enough to break the skin, just to deliver a message.
He inserted another finger and pressed on my g-spot, making my blood heat, my voice stop working, and my hands grab onto anything I could to hold myself up.
He had effectively ended the conversation before he gave me another beautiful, glorious orgasm where I was a begging, panting mess by the
