Broken Into II
“YOU… you can’t,” she stammered, but the words were weak, her voice trembling.
He pulled down his jeans, his boxers following, revealing the full glory of his erection. It was a dark, formidable club, veined and throbbing, glistening with a bead of pre-c*m. Nancy stared, a gasp catching in her throat.
“Oh, I can,” he countered, his voice a low growl, pushing her legs apart. “And you want me to, don’t you?”
His hand, warm and calloused, cupped her p***y, his thumb brushing over her c**t. A jolt of electricity shot through her. Her hips instinctively bucked against his touch. He groaned, a deep, satisfied sound.
“See? Good girl.” He leaned down, his lips brushing hers, giving her a rough and demanding kiss. His tongue pushed past her lips, exploring her mouth. She moaned,
