Chapter 17 Seventeen

• He blinked at me, taken aback by my tone of voice and smirked, doing whatever I told him. He released his right hand from the cuff, resting it on my hair just like I told him to.
• “Now,” I said, pressing my breast against his cock, feeling him twitch between them. “Let's see how long you can hold on.” I grinned, as I pushed his shaft between my cleavage, squeezing him around my breast and moving up and down his shaft.
• “Fuck Lauren, fuck!” He grasped my hair, looking down on me with a smirk. He raised my head upwards, dropping a peck on my forehead. “You are going to be the death of me soon.” I giggled at his comments, pressing him against the bed, flickering my tongue against the tip of his cock.