Chapter Sixteen

Lachlan

“I *want* to make you feel good, too,” she says, looking me straight in the eyes as she straddles my thighs while her little hand works my cock up and down.

“Fuck,” I moan, thrusting up into her palm. “Are you sure? Baby, you don—fuck!” I growl out a curse as she unzips my jeans and slips her hand inside, wrapping her warm palm around my rock-hard shaft.

Having her hand on me, touching me