POV: Kesley

"I'm not going to last if you keep doing that." His voice was hoarse.

"And I'm not finishing in your mouth tonight."

The rustle of fabric. Then his hand was on my shoulder, pushing me back down onto the rug, and I felt him kneel between my thighs.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of the panties and pulled them aside, not off, just aside, and then the head of his cock was pressing against me and I made a sound that was almost a sob.

"Tell me what you want," he said. His voice was rough as gravel.

"Beg for it."

"I want you to fuck me."...