He can’t hold back his smile now. He whispers close to my neck, breath tickling, “I want to feel your p***y get hot and wet for me. I want to feel your jeans get f*****g soaked, Dani. And then I want to feel you come. Your whole body shaking. Your eyes rolling back in your head. Then, when I’m so hard I can’t take it anymore, I’m going to tear those jeans off and f**k you like my life depends on it.”
I go to answer, but before I can even form the first words, he moves his hand even quicker and my voice is seized in my throat. I can’t take it anymore. I’m ignited.
I grab his wrist for dear life as I ride his hand like a bucking bronco. Then everything gets tight and close and so hot I can’t take it.
“I need to feel you,” he snarls as I’m still tumbling head-over-heels in the throes of my
