THE PRICE OF BEING HIS
He sits down on the edge, rolls up the sleeves of his shirt with deliberate movements, exposing those strong forearms, then looks up at me with that commanding stare.
“Over my thighs, Andrea.”
My stomach flips with nervous excitement. I move without thinking, draping myself across his lap. My breasts press against the cool sheets on one side, my ass lifted high for him on the other. The position feels so vulnerable, so exposed. My pussy is already dripping, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
Tristan’s large hand rests on the curve of my ass, warm and heavy. He squeezes once, almost gently, before asking in a low voice, “What is your limit tonight?”
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