"You're already a disrespectful little baggage. And no, don't call me sir. It makes me sound like your father and I already have enough reservations over our age differences to not want to draw even more attention to that parallel."
She lifted herself up, her hair falling over his chest as she stared down at him. Jesus, but she was beautiful. All that gorgeous hair spilling over him. Suddenly he was beyond the playful-banter stage, and he was seized all over again by the need to roll her underneath him and fuck her for another four hours.
"Does my age bother you so much? If it does then why would you want…this. I mean us."
He sighed, resigning to control himself at least a few minutes longer. His dick was screaming at him, but Mia was in the mood to talk and he'd accommodate her for now.
"It bothered me in the past. It doesn't bother me as much now. But there are fourteen years between us. You're much younger. A whole world away from where I am in my life."
