“Do you want me to take care of this?” he asked, stroking me.
Even though I knew I needed to tell him to leave, the only word that came out of my mouth was, “Yes.”
I don’t even remember getting to the bedroom, but somehow we ended up there, hurrying to get out of our clothes. While he rolled on a condom, I stretched out across the bed on my stomach. Paul climbed in with me and lubed my ass before instructing me to roll over.
“No,” I told him. “Fuck me like this.”
“Why? You don’t want to look at me?”
“No.”