“Use your hands on me. Taste me. Make it good, get me ready for you.”
He frowned and moved back on his heels. “You want me to… I can’t.” He rubbed his hands over his face.
“Is that against the rules too?” I scoffed, and he turned back to me, smirking, some of the green back in his eyes. I tucked my own smirk in, in case he took it back.
“I’ve just f****d over ten other girls in a row. Not one of them complained. Not one of them asked for anything more, not one of them thought past their duty.
“They just kept begging me to f**k them, stick my d**k in them like they couldn’t care less who it belonged to as long as it was inside them. They were all waiting for tomorrow. Tonight means nothing to them. You come in and change it all,” he explained, and I shrugged.
“I don’t want it to h
