All I can do is nod pitifully.
But that’s not good enough for him—he wants my words. My voice. The nip of his teeth on the inside of my thigh is the kind ofscolding that sends molten fire through my veins.
“Uh-huh… yes… yes, Demyen, please…”
He smirks. His fingers slow, then stop. “I can’t hear you.”
“Yes! God, Demyen, yes!” I cry out, begging, not caring who might hear us. I don’t f*****g care as long as he doesn’t fuckingstop. “I’m gonna come! Please, Dem, make me come!”
“There’s my good girl.”
I don’t know why those four words, from his mouth, do it for me. But oh, they do. That spot goes apeshit.
I want to buck away from him—it’s too much, it’s so, so, so much—but Demyen growls into my p***y and yanks me closerwith his free hand, wrapping that same arm around my waist so there’s
