ESTEFANÍA
My body and my desire for Joshua screamed with every caress he gave me. I wanted to remember, to relive what it was like to be his again.
I had longed for this so much for four years that I didn't let anyone else touch me. I don't know if I was betrayed by my subconscious or what happened. The only thing I was sure of was that the moment I saw him for the first time, he had embedded himself deep within me, and the bastard had no intention of leaving.
He had sat me on the table, and just thinking that he was about to wreck me more than he already had made me even wetter for him.
I stayed with my legs open for him, just as he had positioned me, and waited, holding my breath under his cautious gaze as he looked at me.
“You look gorgeous, damn.” He leaned in front of me, rubbing
