Avery

“Of course, I’m yours, who else’s would I be?” He stands up and suddenly I’m very confused, and still horny for that matter. “Wait,” I whisper. “You didn’t finish.” I’m wound up and so close to the end that even the faintest brush against my pussy will send me over the edge. He looks back at me and I take the moment to run my fingers through my wet slit as a way to entice him.

It seems to work because he moves back to settle between my legs. “I can’t touch you.” He pushes a digit through my folds and I shudder against it. “I can’t claim you. Can’t let anyone know that you’re fucking mine and it pisses me off.” He leans back down and brushes his lips across my pussy and his facial hair tickles the sensitive flesh. “I’m going to have to watch men hit on you with the taste of your cunt on my tongue and I can’t do a fucking thing about it.”

“No one is going to hit on me.” I bite my bottom lip, wondering where this sudden bit of insecurity is coming from. I thought he was just being posses