“‘Make me’?” I repeated, trying to cover my smile with a scowl with only partial success.
“Don’t worry. I have more in mind than just getting sucked off all day,” he said with a dark smile. “Maybe just one more time. Or two. Or—”
I knew this game well by now. If I had any hope of getting away, now was the time.
Before he finished his next taunt, I kicked hard enough to take him by surprise. He let go and fell back, and I couldn’t contain my laughter. I scrambled for the edge of the bed, but my mistake was to look back with a smile of victory. Just as I reached the floor, his large hand clamped down on my thigh and hauled me back up to him. I squirmed and struggled as he wrapped one thick arm around me, pulling both of my own arms down to my sides. He used the other arm for support as he climbed on top of me, straddling me. I gave one last twist and then submitted. I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Does that turn you on?” I panted, buried under his body.
He caught my earlobe and sucked. Then he kissed my neck.
“I think we already know the answer to that,” he whispered, chuckling again. “The question is whether it turned you on.”
I wasn’t ready to admit that aloud.
When I didn’t reply, he added, “I guess I’ll have to find out for myself.”
His free hand found the button of my jeans and unzipped them. He reached down and stroked me.
“Youdolike that,” he groaned.
My face burned with arousal. I couldn’t deny his conclusion.
