Chapter Twenty-Five
Jordan
One year later...
I would never tire of seeing my love bound by my ropes, her soft, pale skin plumping between loops, tempting me to taste and nibble.
She was sprawled face down on the church’s altar, her red a*s in my face, her ankles tied tight to rings on the floor, keeping her spread open and unable to move. An absolute delight for my eyes and body.
Our combined c*m slipped from her slit, and I cupped her p***y, gathering it in my palm. She shuddered and sighed as I rubbed the stickiness over the red a*s she’d begged me for.
We’d only been to the church three times since moving in together, and even though Lily feigned hatred at me for stealing away her right hand, her twinkling eyes the evening before while rocking one of the twins revealed her h
