“Are you just going to play with it, Reagan?” He keeps his arms and hands at his sides but I know he’s about to bust at the seams any minute now.
Serves him right. The dickhead.
“I think so.” I bite down on my lower lip as his gaze follows. “You said you’d take as much as I give you.”
His eyes narrow than soften, catching on that I’m going to be an asshole and provoke him for as long as he’s going to hold out.
Let the countdown begin.
“Alright—” His fingers tuck underneath the hem of my shorts and panties, feeling cooler than my already heated skin. “—my cock is yours to do whatever you want with it, baby.”
Son of a fucking bitch.