Chapter Eight
He shook above her, holding back to keep from being rough with her. She wanted it though I could feel how much she wanted him. I watched as she rolled her hips, her lips parting as she let out a wanton moan.
Lover pulled out before sinking back into her welcoming heat. Her thighs tightened around his hips and she moved with him, meeting him thrust for thrust. The headboard rattled against the wall as he gave her what she needed.
I stroked a hand over his ass, feeling the muscles move beneath his skin. Squeezing his asscheek, I grinned as he moaned out. His thrust became faster and harder.
“Demon, f**k,” he panted, his skin rippling beneath my touch. His hand moved to Sandra’s thigh, guiding it higher up so that he could go deeper.
She moaned beneath him, clawing at his b
