When her legs hit the mattress, I gently pushed her hips down and knelt between her knees.
“Can I show you?" My voice was rough with desire.
She held my gaze as I spread her wide. Her blue eyes were dark with heat, but she still seemed unsure. I hated that she didn't trust me.
“We shouldn’t,” she murmured. “You said—”
“You’re right. We shouldn’t. You think I hate you. I don’t. f**k, no. If I ruined your s*x life because of that night, then it’s my job to fix it.” I took in her perfect, pink p***y and groaned. She wasn’t waxed bare like some women. The brown hair there was trimmed short and neat. Thank f**k because I was hard for the grown-up Indi. The woman. “I’m supposed to take care of you. Whatever you need. And by the way your p***y’s dripping, it needs to come.”
Her head fell bac
