“After last night, that thing still works?”
“No rest for the weary.” His voice is raspy from sleep.
“Leo, I can barely walk straight this morning.”
I don’t need to see his face to know he’s smiling. Cocky bastard.
“A little more won’t hurt,” he murmurs. He smooths his fingers up the back of my neck and pushes meforward so my stomach hits the edge of the bathtub.
But the words die on my lips when he presses the head of his d**k against my p***y. Already, mymuscles are protesting. I need to stretch and hydrate and eat something.
Yet… heat pools low in my stomach with every touch.
“If you really can’t take it, I’ll stop,” he promises. But that’s a lie and he knows it. My body wouldn’tlet him stop if the world were ending.
“Just get it over with,” I snap as bitterly
