Leah
Leah
I tried to fight the feelings. I truly did, but the c**k filling me up just felt too good. I even tried to fight him, but all it got me was a set of leather cuffs around my wrists. I was on my hands and knees, my body pressed against a strange, padded table. My cuffs were linked to the rings set low so I could not move. I tugged once, twice, but there was no give. My a*s tilted high in the air, my mate’s c**k deep inside me. It was like I was tied over an odd wooden horse while someone rode me. I was completely at his mercy and could do nothing but succumb to the power of his body as he took mine.
himrode His c**k might have been a part of him, flesh and blood—albeit very hard and very large—but he wielded it like a weapon designed to make me submit. Once he filled me with his
