Taboo Fantasy (9)
Mike spits into his hand and strokes himself, working his palm down his length with a focused expression. His voice drops to something low, "Guess I’ll start easy.”
He climbs onto the bed like he owns it. One knee slides between your thighs while his other foot stays grounded. His hand grabs your hip, fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks. They are rough, dry, and strong, and the way he grips you makes your breath catch in your chest. You flinch at the contact but you don’t pull away. You stay exactly where you are. Your body is tensed, and your heart is racing.
Behind you, Rhea shifts. You don’t notice she has moved until you feel her breath against the back of your neck. It’s warm and close, and it makes your skin prickle. Her hand comes around and wraps around
