Fiona:
"Fiona Velmera!" he growled, his hands gripping my hips so tight I knew I'd bruise, but I loved it. The kitchen counter dug into my back, but I didn’t care.
My red lingerie was ripped, barely hanging on, and his escort-boy outfit was half undone, his c**k driving deep inside me.
"Yes, baby—yes! I love it! f**k me harder from the back! Smack me—I want it rough!" I screamed, my nails clawing at the counter. His eyes burned with hunger, his body slamming into mine like he owned me. And right then, I wanted him to.
"Come here!" His voice was rough as he yanked me off the counter, carrying me like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around him as he took me outside, the cool night air hitting my bare skin. He dropped me onto the grass, the trimmed blades tickling my back as he tore of
