21
Ryker
My heart beat erratically as f**k as she laid back and spread her thighs, hands on the headboard.
“I won’t touch you,” she promised, so much emotion in her eyes, I had to give in to what we both craved. f*****g needed it even if my gut clenched in rebellion. I’d managed to touch her tit without vomiting—maybe I could do more.
I started with my breath held while kneeling between her thighs, one fingertip trailing up the inside of her calf. Satiny soft. Smooth and warm. Goosebumps broke over her skin, and her legs spread open farther, going lax on a sigh as I touched the inside of her knee.
I can do this.
Jaw clenched, I trailed toward the cream dripping from her slightly gaping p***y lips hiding what my d**k throbbed for.
Pia was panting by the time I reached the apex of her
