Mona's POV:
I was just about to open my mouth to reply—but the moment I did…
Fuck. He thrust two fingers into me, stretching my throbbing p***y.
Whatever words I wanted to say dissolved into another soft moan. I grabbed onto the skin of his back even harder, my eyes closing as I felt the first thrust. I bit my bottom lip so hard I could nearly taste my own blood.
He kept up the rhythm regardless—thrusting in and out of me slowly—until I felt his fingers curl upward, stroking a spot deep inside that made my eyes fly open the moment he hit it.
Oh dear Lord.
It felt good. f**k, it did.
"Do you want me to stop, princess?" he whispered, his voice a low, dark growl in my ear.
"N-no…" I managed to say as he kept thrusting, his hand still around my neck, trying to keep eye contact. But the
