KATY
Telling Braydon I’ll be his girlfriend unleashes something in him. The second I'm on top of him, my mouth locked to his, his hands are all over me.
“I thought about this all day,” he growls. His fingers slide down my pants, his palm cupping my center. He rubs slick circles on my c**t, one strong arm locked across my front to hold me tight against his body.
In the mirror, I watch my head fall back, my lips parted. I arch against the grinding heat of his erection pressing into my ass as his hand strokes me higher and higher. My body is a live wire, thrumming and tightening for the edge.
He meets my eyes in the reflection and gives me a predatory smirk. I press down on the sound escaping my throat.
He’s wild, and he makes me wild. I can’t imagine the trajectory of my life without hi
