Can't Take it Slow
“Please…what?” he asked mockingly.
I moaned softly when he began swirling my clit around with his fingertip while occasionally applying more pressure. It felt like all my senses had been awakened and the pleasure from his teasing touch was driving me wild with need. Just when I thought that he would give me a break, Bradon pressed his fingertip hard against my clit before pinching it and rolling it between his fingertips. I knew that he was teasing me, and that I was also reacting the way that he wanted me to. He took in my every reaction as my body unraveled right in front of him. The sweet and seductive torture that he was putting me through quickly became unbearable.
I can’t take it anymore…
“Ahh! Ahhh…Please…Fuck me…Fuck me already!” I cried out demandingly.
“Good. Beg me, Leya. Beg for my cock…” Bradon whispered seductively to me.