“He’s a mean fucker.” My hand captures her left breast, and I lean down to draw her n****e between my teeth. I won’t bite, even though I want to. Instead, I flick it with the tip of my tongue. “Ruthless. Dangerous.”
“He sounds fun. Maybe you could let him out to play?”
My c**k finds her entrance. Bracing my weight on my elbow, I carefully ease inside. She’s so f*****g tight I nearly black out every time I slide into her silky heat.
“You won’t enjoy his games, angel.”
A sharp sting zips up my arms when she buries her nails in my shoulders. It almost pushes me over the edge. Almost.
“How do you know?” she pants.
“Trust me. I just know.” With my gaze locked on hers, I slide deeper into her warmth while watching for signs of discomfort. Slowly. Carefully. I push all the way in.
Zahara’s
