"You can." He sucked my clit harder. "Come now, baby girl."

And somehow, impossibly, I did. Another orgasm tore through me, smaller but no less intense. I was dimly aware of crying, of begging, of pulling his hair so hard it had to hurt.

When he finally pulled away, his face was glistening with my arousal. He looked so fucking satisfied with himself.

"See what you've been missing?" He crawled up my body, kissing my stomach, my breasts, my neck. "This is what you deserve. Every. Single. Day."

I could taste myself on his lips when he kissed me.

His cock pressed against my entrance, and even after everything, I...