My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynecologist
I slowed just enough to bring her back, then pulled her upright again, wrapping my arms around her from behind, cock still buried inside.
“You want to come?” I asked against her neck.
“God, yes—please, Stacy—”
“No,” I growled. “You don’t beg for me. You beg for him.”
Her breath hitched.
“For the rabbit,” I clarified.
And fuck, watching her eyes widen like that in the mirror? It was all I needed.
“Please, Rabbit,” she whispered, so soft it was barely there. “Please let me come…”
I snapped my hips forward one last time and let it break.