Victoria:
He pushes back into me slowly, watching every flicker of expression as he fills me again.
This time the pace is different—deeper, more controlled. He leans down and kissed me while he f***s me, one hand braced beside my head, the other cupping my breast, thumb stroking the n****e in time with his thrusts.
I moan into his mouth every time he bottoms out. The stretch is still intense. The wet sound of our bodies meeting is softer now, almost intimate. My legs wrap around his waist. Heels dig into his lower back.
I’m holding him closer, pulling him deeper, and the only thought in my head is how good he feels.
“You feel perfect,” he murmurs against my lips. “Tight. Wet. Like you’ve been needing this for longer than you’ll admit.”
“I didn’t come here for this,” I whisper, even
