~CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN~
“Just do whatever you want with me,” I respond.
He starts moving again, still slow and deep, each thrust measured and controlled. His thick c**k drags deliciously against my walls, making my breath hitch with every stroke.
Then, without warning, his pace shifts—a little rougher, a little harder. The sound of skin meeting skin grows louder, wetter. His hand slides up my back and wraps firmly around the front of my throat, holding me in place with just enough pressure to make my pulse race, but never enough to hurt.
A happy, broken cry spills from my lips.
“Oh my God… I love you, Hardin,” I stutter, voice trembling with pleasure. “f**k… me… like that.”
He groans in response, the sound vibrating against my skin as he leans down and presses open-mouthed kisses a
