He pulls away from me. “You want me to sink my huge cock into your pretty pink pussy?”
“I do.”
“Is that all you want?”
“I want anything you’re willing to give.”
“Do you want me to make you so fucking wet and messy I have to clean you up with my tongue?”
“I want that.”
“It sounds like you want to play,” he says as his hand travels down the length of my body.
“I want to play naughty games.”
“Oh, really? With me?”
“Of course, silly.” I laugh. “You make me want to do daring things.”
“You’d be willing to do daring things for my cock?”
“Totally.”
His fingers find my pussy lips, the sound strangled as Rhett pushes them inside my slickness.
God.
“Sounds like you think you deserve my cock.”
“I do.”
“You sure about that?”
I meet his gaze and hold it for a few long seconds. “I am.”
The brush of his fingers between my legs causes me to fold over.
“Rhett…” My voice is nothing more than a throaty moan. He’s Teasing. Touching. Toying. His attention makes fire rise in my veins.
Fuck, that feels so good.
He halts all movement.
He flashes me a wolfish grin.
I frown my disapproval.
He knows what he’s doing to me.
Cruel, cruel man.
“Prove it.”
Two words that causes my eyebrows to need together.
“Prove you deserve my cock.”
Quite the challenge.
