“No, Everett,” she said shakily when he lifted her leg so that her calf rested on his shoulder. He’d just in

creased the pressure of his lodged cock inside of her, and he knew it, she realized.

“No?” he asked, his eyebrows arched in a query.

She gasped for air, her body becoming accustomed to the new position. She gritted her teeth and pushed down on his cock, squeezing her vaginal muscles. It was a complete reflex action.

“Jesus, Joy,” he muttered. “Tell me if you want me to stop. Don’t do that, though. I don’t want to come yet.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” she asked him...