“It did.”
She hummed softly and leaned down, her lashing fluttering as she looked up at me. My lips parted in shock as she kissed the scar gently, and then traced the line with the tip of her tongue.
“Fuck,” I rasped. “Pris.”
Her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, squeezing gently as she rocked her pussy against my thigh. My mind was short circuiting.
“I think we know who’s the boss now,” she said. “Right?”
The corner of my mouth tugged. “Do you wanna be the boss of me right now, darlin’?”
“If I don’t, then we’ll be here all day. All night.” She rocked her hips as pre-cum beaded on the tip of my cock. I was all too aware of her bare pussy against my thigh. “We don’t have time for that. I want you now.”
“I want to savor you,” I said.
“Tonight. Come to my bed tonight.”
“I’m meeting Sky tonight . . .” I trailed off.
“Oh?” She smirked. “Really?”
My cheeks were burning. “Yes . . .”
“Maybe I’ll join and watch. With both of your permission, of course.”
That made me even harder. Before I could say another word, Pris leaned down and crushed my mouth with hers, her other leg throwing over my hip so that she was straddling me fully now. My cock slapped against her pussy, my fingers gripping each ass cheek as she grinded against me, her hands exploring my chest. Pleasure rolled through me as she pinched one of my nipples.
“Do you like that?” she asked.
“Yes,” I huffed. “I like that a lot.”
Shock followed as she replaced her fingertips with her lips, sucking gently. My eyes rolled back and it took every ounce of willpower to keep myself from groaning too loud. Sparks skatedacross my skin as she moved to the other, all while reaching down between us to stroke my cock.
I didn’t know what to do with my hands. Hell, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been with someone, and I’d never been with someone who wanted to dominate me.
But I liked submitting to Pris.
There was something about it. Vulnerable, exciting. I could feel my thoughts vanishing, all tumbling down the path of submission. I just wanted to be good for her. I just wanted to please her.
My hips bucked, my hands tightening on her.
She smirked against me and then looked up. “That’s my good boy.”
Good boy?!My eyes widened as a rush of need overtook me. No one had ever called me a good boy before, and damned if it didn’t confirm something I’d suspected about myself for a long time.
I had a praise kink.
“Where’s the lube?” she asked.
“Now, wait a damn minute,” I grunted. “You just called me a good boy.”
She raised a brow. “Too much?”
“No—of course not,” I stammered. “I . . .”
“Liked it?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
