Sonny’s so sweet and careful with you. He goes slowly and tells you how much he loves you against the crook of your neck. And you love it, you do, but you’re craving more.
“You don’t have to be so gentle with me,” you tell him between heated kisses one night. “Fuck me hard, baby. Make me scream.”
He hesitates, but then his grip on your waist tightens and he guides you in grinding against him roughly. “If it gets too much, stop me. Promise.”
“I promise,” you say, and he steals another kiss.
GOODNESS
Someone hose me down.