kaira astor
m a t u r e c o n t e n t
With two fingers, he taps the inside of my knee, peering up at me through his thick lashes. Like this, with the rain pounding down, thunder cracking through the sky and this beast of a man settled between my thighs, ready to feast, I feel empowered. So wildly out of control that my thighs tremble, my breath hitching in my throat. "Spread your legs for me, Princess." His voice is low, an octave lower, his words skating over every inch of my body. My hands fall, wrapping around the windowsill, gripping it tightly as I lean back, my eyes fluttering as I stare down at him.
I inhale a deep breath, my mind overwhelmed with lustful fog and, tentatively, I part my legs, spreading them wide as he shifts forward, his broad shoulders pushing against my thigh
