He carried me up the stairs like I weighed nothing—big hands under my ass and thighs, my legs wrapped tight around his waist, the necklace swinging between us with every step.
My bare t**s pressed against his still-damp chest, n*****s dragging over his skin, making me whimper every time we hit a stair.
“Mmmh, look at you,” he murmured right against my ear, voice low and filthy.
“Carrying my little slut up to the pool like she’s been starving for it all day.
You’re so f*****g wet I can feel it dripping down my abs already.
Gonna make a mess in the water, aren’t you?
Gonna soak my c**k while you ride it reverse like you begged for.”
I smiled against his neck—big, stupid, happy smile—because f**k, the way he said it made my p***y clench hard around nothing.
I bit his shoul
