"You win this time, my love," his words stagger as he thrusts. "But I promise you, next time, you won't be this lucky."
"We'll s-see about t-that, loser," I chuckle breathily but I'm thankful he gave in so easily because if it went on for a second longer, I would've given in.
This is almost comedic. We're in the most comprising position, he's fucking my brains out and I'm speaking to him like it's a normal conversation. The power I hold right now is addictively immaculate.
His fingers trail down from my hip to slide beneath, seeking my swollen clit to rub with the same feverish pace of his hips.
