"Do you like it?"
"Mhmm."
"Can I do more?"
"I don't think-"
"But you said you liked it! Come on, one more. Just one more," I'm already grabbing his index finger with evil grin on my face.
He sighs, "Fine. One more."
I put his hand on my lap then reach for the small bottle in front of us. The moment I've finished uncap the bottle, he suddenly takes his hand back.
"I change my mind." He brings his hand to his back, hiding the one thing I want the most right now.
I narrow my eyes at him, "Give me." It's a stern order, along with my hand in the air, waiting for him to surrender his precious hand on my palm.
"Either you give me your finger or I finger your asshole right.now."
Instead of being intimidated by my threat, he chuckles and gets up, ready to leave the long couch we're sharin
