I knew better, yet I couldn't refuse. She wanted me, but I needed her. Like a sad puppy dog, I bobbed my head. "Yeah, goodbye sex."
Another one of her provocative laughs filled the room. "Yeah, goodbye sex."
I continued to bob my head like her puppet.
Fucking hell!
A frustrating groan rumbled from my throat when she took too long to loosen my belt. I yanked her hand away to get it done faster, and she slapped me in return.
"No!"
I froze in return.
God, to say I like what she did was an understatement.
"I want to do it," she whined. "This is our last, so I want to remember doing this. Don't you want me to do it?"
She bobbed her head and I followed and bobbed mine.
"Good boy," she cooed.
By the last word, my belt was undone and my pants button was next. The woman was killing me. She took more than five minutes to undo my pants button and zipper. By the time she pulled both, I was hyperventilating.
