The Bad Gentleman
Christian
“I don’t think I want to,” Hannah says, swiping her tongue against her lower lip, taking a step backward.
I close the distance between us, placing my hand softly on her waist and squeezing lightly.
“Just last night you were screaming my name while you squirted for the first time, and now you’re shy?” I ask with a raised brow, my voice lower than usual.
Her brown orbs widen in shock, then narrow in annoyance, her hands coming up to my chest to push me away.