“Sweet Pumpkin,” I whimper, Jack’s fingers ghosting over my bare skin.

“Are you my treat?”

He teases me further, a fingertip dusting over my exposed nipple.

“Or is this a trick?”

His fingertips now twist said nipple, making me yelp, completely in his control.

I lick my lips. “No tricks.”

“Good,”

He rewards me with a sticky kiss, his tongue candy-coated in desire. I match his heated energy. He slides his hand further still, fingers now coated in my juices. “An even sweeter treat.”

He sucks his fingers. I whimper, “Fuck me.”

He looks downright sinister. “Come here.”