MILICENT
Zayne pushed into me in one smooth thrust.
I screamed, my nails digging into his back, my body clenching around him so tight it hurt. He groaned, his head dropping into my shoulder, his breath ragged. “f**k—you feel like heaven. So tight, so perfect. Mine.”
His hips moved, slow at first, letting me feel every inch of him stretching me, filling me. My back arched, my breasts pressed against his chest, but he didn’t stop touching me there. His mouth found me again, sucking hard at my n****e as he thrust into me.
The combination destroyed me. His c**k pounding deep, his mouth sucking me raw. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, only sob and moan and beg.
“Yes! f**k—don’t stop, Zayne!”
He bit down lightly, his teeth scraping my sensitive skin, then licked over it soothingly. “You
