It was almost too good. His cock twitched against her and he groaned, biting at her shoulder. "You are a good girl," he said, and slid the glass in, slow and certain, watching it disappear an inch at a time.

The first few strokes were soft, almost gentle. And then he chuckled, low in his throat. "Wait-what did you ask me for, cherie?" He knew. He just wanted "Say it again."