I couldn't believe Fenric was really trying to make me beg for it. I thought something would work out somehow when I told them to be rough with me but to think he was going this far.
Ahhh, this is one of the reasons why he's just my type?
I bit my lip, unable to utter the words from my mouth.
My breath came out rough and then Damar rested his hand on my chin, pushing my head back to meet his gaze and kiss my lips.
"You know what you want, wife," he said. "You just have to say it."
What the? Did they plan this?
How were they so in sync right now?
It made it seem like all the tension between them from earlier was just an act and this was their real chemistry.
They were working together to fuck me up.
Or maybe they were just cooperating to give me a good time, just like I wanted.
Just as I was dwelling on my thoughts, Damar squeezed my breast a little too hard, causing me to yelp.
