She nodded quickly, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her gaze locked on the blanket as if it were the only thing keeping her from losing control. "It's my job, Sir," she whispered, her fingers twitching at her sides. "I should make sure you're clean."
I didn't stop her.
Her fingers trembled as she lifted the blanket, exposing my thighs inch by inch. The cool air hit my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of her gaze as it landed on my cock—thick, veined, and rock-hard, the cock flushed dark with blood, the tip already weeping pre-cum. It stood rigid against my stomach, the head swollen and glistening, an obscene display of raw, unchecked arousal.
