Well, this is awkward. He won't let me go, but he doesn't seem happy. Not that he seems... not happy. He just... sounded like he already regretted it. And that stings a little.
"Damn, baby, why'd you stop?" Brix asked as he massaged my slightly sore a.ss-cheeks.
"Y-you... I-I mean..." I stumbled over my words.
Brix tried to push me back, my guess, to look into my eyes. I was too embarrassed to. I mean, the man is literally still balls-deep inside me for crying out loud.
"What's wrong, Petal?" he asked, moving one hand to rub my back. "Do you... Are you angry with yourself? You regret it already?"
Okay, that made me snap back. And bite back a moan when Brixton went even deeper. I can feel his cu.m leaking out of me, around his co.ck. It feels goddamn incredible.
"Me??" I asked him,
