Chapter 21-2

A pink flush creeps over her nose and cheeks, obscuring the tiny smattering offreckles she has there. “Now,” I command, and she narrows her eyes, titling her chin in a show of defiance that makes my cock throb painfully. “Fine, they’re your sheets,” she says with a sweet smile, before turning on her heel and storming into the bathroom. I’m pretty sure I hear her call me an asshole under her breath. I take off my shirt and listen to the sound of the toilet flushing. A few moments later, Lily emerges from the bathroom, dressed exactly the same as before, in an oversized college jersey that stops at mid-thigh, but looking less bold than she did when she walked in there. “Come here,” I order, resisting the urge to make her crawl to me—for now. “And remember that you asked for this when I’m done with you. Don’t go crying to West or Fitch.” She glares at me, and my aching cock weeps for her. But first, I need to taste. “Take off your clothes.” She doesn’t hesitate to peel off her jersey, let