His eyes jump up to mine. “You don’t need to worry about what guys like.”
“I —”
His hand on my thigh flexes. “No.Mine, remember?”
I swallow at his possessive tone. “D-do you like it?”
He goes back to looking at my pussy, his thumb circling over my hole. “Yeah.” Then, “Which means it’s not a good thing for you.”
I know.
Because it will hurt.
But I’m not going to be a crybaby. Even if I want to. So, so badly.
BecauseI’veasked him to do this.
So I say, “I won’t cry.”
Still circling my hole, he looks up again. “You will.”
I will. I know.
“I won’t bleed.”
His jaw clenches. “That’ll happen too.”
I know that too.
Because it’s not as if it’s in my hands. It’s not in his either.
But it’s okay. It’s okay.
I will survive.
“Do you have a condom?”
His eyes are burning. “Yeah.”
I lick my lips. “Will you wear it?”
He licks his lips too. “You want me to wear it?”
I nod. “Y-yes. I’m not… I’m not on the pill, remember?”
For several seconds, he circles and circles his thumb around my hole. While staring and staring at me. As if casting a spell or something. Rubbing my pussy to make magic.
And he does make magic.
Because the more he circles my hole, the harder he stares at me, the more restless I get.
The more I leak.
And throb.
Oh yeah, I’m throbbing. In all of this, I forgot about the throbbing. The pulsing.
The clenching of not only my hole but also my clit.