ANSEL’s POV
Gael’s hand clamped around my throat, forcing my head back against the pillow. His breath was ragged, hot against my ear. “That’s it. Use me. Rub against me like a desperate slut.”
And I did. I continued to ground up into him shamelessly, my c**k screaming for release. The pressure was maddening—too much, not enough, everything at once.
My thighs quivered, my abs clenched, every nerve on fire.
I felt him throbbing against me, leaking just as much as I was. His hips bucked harder, faster, our c***s battering each other like bumper cars of flesh.
The sensation tore through me, humiliating but addictive. I couldn’t think anymore. I couldn’t breathe. My voice broke into loud, filthy cries as I writhed beneath him.
“Gael—f**k—please—!”
“Say it,” he snarled, his c**k grinding
