"Precious...Look at me." Fillus hates when you don't focus on him. Even you're already on his lap you still seem to focus on other things. It bothers him. He tilted you chin to face him and kissed your cheek to get your attention

"What's on your mind, My love?" He asked with a small pout as his grip on your waist tightened. His thoughts were in fire as he thinks you're thinking of other men besides him. He wouldn't let that. Never.

"Are you bored in my arms?" He asked with a hint of panic by the thought of you getting tired of him "Well dont worry...Im almost done, we could do anything you want after this" He promised.