“Sweet Pumpkin,” I whimper, Jack’s fingers ghosting over my bare skin.
“Are you my treat?”
He teases me further, a fingertip dusting over my exposed nipple.
“Or is this a trick?”
His fingertips now twist said nipple, making me yelp, completely in his control.
I lick my lips. “No tricks.”
“Good,”
He rewards me with a sticky kiss, his tongue candy-coated in desire. I match his heated energy. He slides his hand further still, fingers now coated in my juices. “An even sweeter treat.”
He sucks his fingers. I whimper, “Fuck me.”
He looks downright sinister. “Come here.”
