Chapter 63. I Bet You Like That

My ass cheeks were in the air, my face against his Persian rug, regulating my breath as Colt drizzled oil all over my back.

“Heard of Velora?” he asked.

I stayed quiet for a second, thinking that name sounded oddly familiar.

But I could not remember where I had heard it. “No.”

“Not such a bad girl now, are you?” 

“Is that a praise or an insult?”

His warm palms settled on my back. I swallowed, pushing my hips back as he began to slowly massage upward.

“A praise baby.” His fingers kneaded my taunt muscles, and my breathing calmed.

“Mhmm.”

“Feels good?”

“Mhm hmm.” I responded, my eyes closing, my body relaxing for him to stick his cock in and feel even better. “A good girl wouldn’t vacuum your cock though.”

“You like being a bad bitch.” His voice was flat.

“To men who’ve earned it.” I glanced back at him, and winked. 

He lightly tapped my bum, we smiled, and I faced forward again. “Tell me about Velora.”