Chapter 3
She controlled this. Dove’s heart was in her mouth as she reached down and grasped his c**k. His shaft was hard, his skin warm and smooth. He seemed to be throbbing in her hand. Richard was panting, his hold very tight on Dove’s waist.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No.” Richard was breathing heavily, his neck taut as he stared down his body at them. “You feel good. Too good.”
When Dove had first met this man, he had been cool and composed. Nothing seemed to ruffle him. Now she was practically undoing him.
Rubbing her hand over his c**k, Dove shifted and then pressed down onto him. He was bigger than she anticipated, and Dove had a moment of panic. He couldn’t fit, surely? He was too big.
But as Richard helped her, pressing her further down, Dove found herself stretching aro
