/Esme/
I started to move, rolling my hips on his c**k with my pant separating us. His eyes locked on my face, dark and intense, watching every moan, every tremble.
“You look so good like this,” he said through gritted teeth. “Dripping all over me. f*****g yourself on my cock.”
His hand tangled in my hair, the other on my chin, forcing my eyes to his.
“This is what you needed,” he said, voice rough. “Not him. Me. You were made for me.”
“Yes,” I moaned, riding him harder now, chasing something I never found with Dave. “More. Please don’t stop.”
He groaned, biting my shoulder as he thrust up into me. Maybe not into me literally but it felt like he was inside me.
I was close. So close.
He brought his mouth to my chest, pulling my breast into his mouth and sucking hard. Then he bit righ
