Up.
“Riding this dick.”
Down.
“Just like this, my baby.”
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
The suppressed moan was released.
“Whenever you want it. Whenever you need it.”
Up.
I lowered my hands. One to her neck. The other to her waste. My lips abandoned hers, sliding toward her ear.
“Because it’s yours, Royce.”
Down.
“I’m yours.”
Up.
“All yours.”
Down.
“Same as you are mine.”
Up.
“Don’t make me have to prove it.”
Down.
“I’ll keep the funeral homes in business doing so.”
Up.
Down.
“Understood?”
Up.
“Understood?”
I released her neck. My free hand fell down to her waist. With her in between my fingers, I lifted upward, meeting her where she was.
“Uhhhhhhh. Fuck.”
Up.
Down.
I stroked her from beneath. Her breasts bounced. Her hands pulled her hair up on her hand. Those pretty eyes never exposed themselves. But those teeth did. That tongue did. Just before she folded her lips into her mouth, attempting to accept the painful pleasure of our connection.
