“Do you really wanna know?”
“Yes, dammit.” He bucks up against me, almost throws me off.
“Does it turn you on? The thought of me with my d**k down someone else’s throat. Flooding his belly with my spunk, trying to stop myself from moaning your name?”
He throws back his arm, grabbing my ass cheek, squeezing. “Yes.”
“I imagined you coming out of the shower, opening the door for me while wearing nothing but a towel. I imagined pulling it off you, falling to my knees, and worshipping you. You have no idea how hard that made me. I couldn’t come to you with a d**k about to burst.”
“You could’ve.”
“I didn’t know that this morning, did I?”
He shakes his head, pushing himself back at me. I wiggle a hand between our bodies, pulling down his pants until his ass is fully exposed and I slide my
