Dirtiest Desires (Steamiest Short Stories)
His length stays upright, standing tall as a blatant dare.
I crawl over his waist, leaning down to press a quick, mocking kiss to the tip before positioning myself over his thigh.
Now I just want to see how far I can push him.
How much of that calm, stubborn control I can strip away.
“Tell me a Bible story, Brock,” I whisper, slowly guiding his tip to my aching cunt. “I heard you used to be quite the storyteller in your youth.”
I lower myself onto him, but I stop halfway. I refuse to take the full length. When dealing with a man who can split you in half, holding back is the only way to survive.