"I want you to do something for me," Ares said, as he held onto the back of Ava's head.
Too stuffed with him in her mouth, she made a sound at the back of her throat to communicate that she was listening.
"I want you to step away from making the strippers clothes. I want someone else to do it."
Abruptly, she stopped moving. In a split second, she was up on her feet, and wiping his precum off the sides of her mouth.
"Excuse you?" She asked, more feisty than she usually was.
He stepped back, turned around, and walked into the connecting bathroom.
Wiping off, he waited for his hardness to come down, before he returned to the room.
"You heard me," he said as soon as he returned.
"And I was hoping it was just a prank. Why would I want to step away from what I've been doing for years?" She asked, genuinely confused.
"Because I want you to. Isn't that usually enough?" He lifted a brow.
