The Forbidden Reverse Harem
So, I ask him this without any hesitation to ruin his golden mood.
"Zayn, just a second." I make him pause. The whine that leaves me when he stops is unholy and unspoken for,
"Do you fucking like me?"
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His d!ck still inside me and I dare to ask this question. I shift uncomfortably since there was no friction to satisfy me, but my mind has to know his thoughts about me.
"Will you be upset if I say yes?" He asks me back.
"Of course not." A white lie.