“I don’t have a cat,” Don pointed out.
“Your neighbor’s cat. Or dog. Or goldfish. Please. This is me begging. This is me being yours, the way you said, held down by your magic in your bed while you take care of me, so take care of me, please.”
“Completely yes,” Don said. “Fantastic d**k?”
“You know it is,” Raine said, “and teasing me with it after I’ve gotten to taste it is just unfair, because—oh—”
Don had yanked fingers out and moved atop him, pushing his legs up, pushing into him; Raine moaned and went quiet, which was impressive.
“What if,” Don said, “I want you to come like this? Just from me inside you, f*****g you, making you feel it. I could not touch your c**k at all, and you’d still come for me, wouldn’t you? Because you need it. You need this, being f****d, me making you ta
