Begging to Please

“I do not mean anything I say when you are touching me like this! My whole brain turns into alphabet soup, Vaughn, I am not even responsible for my own vocabulary right now. This is your fault. Everything coming out of my mouth is your fault.”

He was not listening. Of course he wasn’t. His fingers were already circling my n*****s again, slow and gentle but with just enough pressure to make my bac