Lara.
Her face flashed behind my closed eyes: those fierce silver eyes, the curve of her lips when she smiled only for me, the way her body had fit perfectly against mine. I remembered the night in the mountain cabin, rain hammering the roof as I pinned her beneath me. The way she’d gasped my name when I thrust deep, her nails raking down my back, her legs wrapped tight around my waist. The slick heat of her, the sweet scent of her arousal mixing with mine. How she’d ridden me later, breasts bouncing, head thrown back in raw pleasure while I gripped her hips and growled mine.
My breath grew hotter, ragged. My c**k twitched and swelled even harder, leaking against the fabric. The memory of her tight, wet p***y clenching around me as she came—moaning, trembling, whispering that she was min
