[Jersey]
My reflection wavered back at me, flushed and undone, hair tangled from his hands, lips swollen. I looked ruined already.
He pressed his chest to my back, the heat of his skin branding mine, his c**k hard and hot against my ass. He bent low, his lips brushing my ear, voice rough silk.
"I said hands on the mirror, princess," Ryder ordered. His tone was low, commanding, making me more f*****g wet.
I can never get enough of this man!
Shivers ran down my spine. My palms flattened against the cool glass, fingers splayed.
His hand slid down my side, steady, unhurried, until he reached my hip. He pressed closer, rocking his c**k against me, teasing at the slick heat already gathering between my thighs.
"Look at you," he murmured, eyes burning into mine through the glass. "Already
