Blyss
The way Troy’s eyes had changed to dark brown was a little scary to me. He seemed like another man, one who just might be possessed by a demon or something. He looked at me as he f****d me with hard thrusts. He grabbed one of my legs and pulled it back, so my heel was next to my ear, and went harder and deeper. I could feel it all, every last inch of his c**k, as he plunged it into me.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked me between clenched teeth.
“You,” I said quickly, as I knew better than to try to make conversation with him at that moment.
He made a swirling motion, and I moaned with how good it felt and gripped his biceps. “You like that?”
“Yes,” I moaned as I closed my eyes and reveled in the sensations that were traveling all through my body. “You f**k so well.”
The growl h
