““If we were home alone right now, I’d be fucking you, bent over the back of this chair we’re sitting on.” Squirming on his lap, feeling the hard ridge of his cock press into my ass, I bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud. “Fuck.” His eyes go to the window behind us briefly then come back to me, dark with lust. “Are you wet for me?” His deeply spoken words slide over my skin as his hand slides under my shirt and down the front of my shorts. “Yes.” My eyes flare, and I try to turn my head to see if anyone is in the kitchen, but his free hand grabs my jaw, stopping me. “Spread your legs a little. Let me feel how wet you are for myself.” “Someone—” “Now,” he cuts me off, and my legs open ever so slightly. I am instantly rewarded with a flick to my swollen clit, making me gasp. “You have no idea how badly I want to eat you right now,” he groans, plunging one thick finger inside of me, and my breath gets trapped in my lungs. “I can practically taste your hot little cunt on my tongue.” His dirty words vibrate against my ear as one finger becomes two and his thumb begins to circle my clit. “Does that feel good?””
