Jane's POV
The smell of tobacco woke me from a deep sleep. Instantly, moisture flooded my p***y. I knew what that smell meant. I rolled over to my stomach and pushed myself up until I was kneeling in the center of the bed facing the headboard. I heard movement and the rushed exhalation of smoke as he blew the tobacco from his lungs.
“Mmmm. That’s my good little slut.” His deep voice sent a dark thrill through my body straight to my p***y. He doesn’t use his words often during s*x, and my body flushed as I reacted to the deep strains of his voice.
I kept my eyes closed. I knew the game so well. Yeah, it was not new to me. Meaning I knew enough to know how far I could push him to get the reaction I wanted from him. I felt his fingertip trail down my spine and hook into my panties. He tugg
