(Steve's pov)

"Would you like to give this whore head, Mabel?" I murmured, my voice a low, dangerous growl.

Her eyes were wide, still glazed with the remnants of her orgasm and a fresh wave of embarrassment. But she didn't flinch away. Her hand, still limp from her climax, was now wrapped around my shaft, thanks to my guidance.

Then, with a subtle shift, she took control. Her fingers tightened, firm and possessive, and her thumb, so soft yet so deliberate, glided across the tip of my cock, ...