LEONARDO
How many times have I f****d her now? Once? Twice? f**k, that doesn't even matter. What matters is that her cunt was filled with honey. If there were anything greater and sweeter than honey, that would be the perfect description. Because honey was too small a word to describe this… this divinity between her legs.
Did it feel this good when I f****d her before? I know for sure I didn't feel like this. So she became sweeter. And that went straight to my head, loosening my mouth–unlike me–and the words just ran out without a filter.
“For a human, you’re far better than I expected.”
I felt her go still.
Shit.
All a woman really needed to weaken a man was the rose between her thighs. Why did I say that? That was off script, and it was running my plan. No, scratch that, as soon
