Dirty Little Secrets(Short Stories)
With one hand, she grasped his crotch, her fingers tightening around his already throbbing member.
"Tell me, Naruto," she purred, her voice low and husky, her lips brushing against his ear. "Tell me what you want."
He groaned, his control slipping. The image of Hinata, her gentle eyes, flickered in his mind, a brief stab of guilt quickly overwhelmed by the desperate need consuming him. "You... You know what I want," he managed to gasp.
"Say it," she insisted, her grip tightening, threatening to push him over the edge.