He growls. “I did have it in class because I caught a glimpse of you passing the door. Had to stay in Thread the Needle until I could get my shit together.”
“I like when you lose your shit for me.”
He slips his hand down past my leggings, sliding into my pussy and making me gasp.
I squeeze my legs together. Or try to, anyway. “Daddy. Not here. Not right now.”
He hooks his finger, getting deeper, and holding me in exquisite bliss through my g-spot. “Yes, here. Yes, now. Don’t you fucking argue with me, baby,” he says, with such greed and intensity that I can’t resist.
No matter how hard I try.