KYLIE POV
I was desperate for him.
It was crazy how much I needed him, seeing as I had just been f****d yesterday. But Ricard’s touch was different. It was fire and steel and made me want more. I can’t explain it. So, instead of telling him to stop, I grabbed his other hand and placed it on my breast.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered, my eyes gleaming back at him. I probably looked like I was yearning for him, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was this moment.
“I’m glad you agreed in my favor,” he whispered, his voice low, his eyes growing darker. He squeezed my breast, eliciting a soft moan from me. “I have a question. Have you ever been f****d with your hands cuffed?”
I sucked in a breath. His direct words somehow sounded soft and clouded my brain. I pressed my c**t against his probing
