Page 13 of Quarantined With the Soldier

“Oh, little cupcake,” he said. “I get to decide when you get more.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Is that a rule?” She said. Her words came out husky, needy.

“It’s a rule.”

“Am I allowed to break it and beg you?” She asked.

His cock was already hard, but somehow, her words made it even harder. The urge to forget all of their playtime and just take her on the bed started to overcome him, but he pushed it down. No, they both needed this.

They’d danced around the idea of sexual involvement for years. Now it was time to finally make this thing happen between them.

“You can beg as much as you want,” he told her. “But that doesn’t mean it’ll convince me to give you what you want.”

“Let me guess,” she kissed his neck, sliding her tongue over his skin there. “You’re going to give me what I need.”

“Yes.”

“Then give it to me, Dylan. Give it to me now.”

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