Amaya's POV
Dominic knew what he was going to find when he stuck his hands down my pants. He knew I liked to give blow jobs. God only knows I had given him plenty when we were together. I knew he was using me to get off, but I didn't care. When he offered that trade, I dropped to my knees so fast but now I was turned on and needy. Something about being able to make a man lose control like that did something to me.
"Does this needy little p***y need to be taken care of," he asked, and I clenched my thighs together. I needed something and I knew my hand wasn't going to get the job done and I wanted to be f****d so badly right now.
He reached up and pinched my n****e through my bra and shirt and I moaned out a "yes," and he just chuckled.
"Do want you mask over there to f**k you?"
