"Well, well, well, positively dripping all over my kitchen counter, are we princess?" I tried to shut my legs at that comment, but he didn’t let me. His hands closed over both of my thighs with the same iron grip I had on him before, but with his strength, I knew I would have bruises. He was playing with me, but I saw how he ground his teeth. I felt how hard he was. I knew he was just as turned on as I was and I couldn’t fucking believe this was happening. 