Chapter 18.
Why was I crying?
I asked myself, but had no answers to give.
I was crying. Yes. But, I didn't know why I was crying. I didn't know if it was because he was f*****g my p***y too good or because I was so helpless to fight my body from wanting him, or because every pleasure ran me deeper into the abyss of something breathless and impossible to pull away from.
I was a mess. My body was a mess, my heart mind, and soul, but what was even more messy was my p***y, hugging and wrapping tightly around him while he fed it with thrusts no one in the world ever has.
Maxwell’s finger grazed my cheeks, tossing the tears away. “Don’t cry…” His soothing voice came against my ear, pulling me out of my trance. The warmth of his finger seeped into me as he brushed my cheeks, then I look
