He groaned softly, his hands gripping her ass tighter, pulling her down to grind against him in a slow, deliberate motion that drew a moan from her lips. "Phina, you're playing dirty now. But I don't think I can handle all that, I'd probably break free just to flip you over and show you who's really in charge. Like earlier—god, the way you begged me to drill you… that sound is etched in my brain."
She shivered at the memory, her body rocking against him instinctively, the friction building a delicious tension that made her thighs clench. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently as she nipped at his lower lip. "Mmm, and you loved every second of it. Admit it—you get off on making me lose control. But what if we switched it up? What's your wildest fantasy? Something fro that'd make even me blush?"
