He was still panting when I stepped between his legs again.
Sweat clung to his skin. His c**k had just emptied itself, but it didn’t even go soft. It throbbed, twitching in the aftermath of a ruined orgasm, still desperate for more even though I hadn’t given permission.
“You really couldn’t hold it, huh?” I murmured, staring down at the mess he’d made. “All that talk. All that strength. And one stroke from my hips had you spilling like a teenage virgin.”
“I didn’t mean to,” he whispered. “Quinn—I tried—”
I slapped his c**k. Not hard. But sharp enough to make him jump.
“You don’t try with me,” I said, curling a hand under his jaw, forcing his head up. “You obey. Or you suffer.”
“I’ll suffer,” he breathed. “Please.”
That made me grin. “Good. Because now? You’re going to make up for th
