I'm too embarrassed to say I like it
rated e | madney | 1.9k | read on ao3 | complete
summary:
“What do you want?” He asks, handing her the bottle. She’s been thinking about this for a while. Sometimes she thinks about it at the worst times like during conversations where people are asking her for advice or even during her quiz yesterday. She thought about the way Howie’s cock slid between her thighs, the way his come messed up her body, made her filthy, and the way his face lit up at the sight of it.
She has issues with men being possessive, but she likes the feeling of being owned this way because she believes she owns Howie in turn. He’s at her mercy always, and so she leans down to whisper in his ear, first flicking her tongue at his lobe and then saying, “will you do anything I ask of you?” His eager response has her throbbing, but she ignores herself. She’ll ask him to bury his face between her thighs later, but for now, she wants to see him come apart at the sight of her.
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