“I didn’t lie.” I gasped. Writhing against him. Trying to either get more of his skin, get him moving, or just to make this conversation to stop.
“Stop trying to arouse me further.” He said flatly. “It’s not possible.”
I want to distract you. I was slicking my body up and down in the best possible efforts to stroke him, from how I was pinned in my little corner. Instinctively thinking it would make him burst into movement.
That’s how it should work, right?
“I’m not so easily distracted as that.” He drawled.
His gaze was pouring over me. His c**k deep in me and he showed no inclination then to do more than be far too intimate and remain there.
I, on the other hand, felt like I should be moving. The longer he just sat there, the more tense I was becoming as if I was close to coming
