Tell Me What You Want Novels & Stories

“Why? What exactly do you want to eat?” “You. Just you.”

(tell me) What should I do?

“Tell me what you want, Leila.” “You.” I begged.

"Tell me exactly what you want." "I want your mouth," Julian panted. "I want you to choke on my cock."

He asked it like he meant it. What do I want? If I told him the truth… would he actually listen? “If I tell you,” I ask cautiously, “will you make it happen?” He doesn’t flinch. “Tell me what you want.” I lean back slightly, exhaling. “Fine,” I say, the corner of my mouth twitching. “I want a million dollars.”

is what I would have wanted to see. Is it what I want to see? To know?

“…you give me what I want.” “And what is it that you want?” she replied sharply. What do you think?

“I want to taste you… please?” “Yes, baby. Do what you want.”

What do you want? " Your head", he said.