~LENNY~
Did I really ask that?
But I don't remember asking such a stupid and embarrassing question. I mean I would love to know if he does.. but f**k, I feel like crying.
"I.. I... Did I ask that?" I stupidly ask, hidding my face in his throat, goddess he smells so f*****g good. I feel like biting into his throat. I want to taste his skin. His blood.
"Yes you did babe." He replies, his voice an Octave lower.
I moan lightly as his fingers massage my skull. I'd like him to massage more than just my head though. I groan and grind my hips on his member when lust makes its home in my bloodstream.
"Mmmm... If you don't stop that, I might be tempted to f**k you." He groans with his hand digging into my hips to stop me.
But his words only makes the fire in me burn brighter and harder, and f
