Maybe he was right when he said this is a compulsion, because I no longer feel like I’m in control.
The thing between us is driving me now, and I’m happily letting it.
I suck, lick, and stroke until his hands are shaking against my head as he thrusts into my mouth. With an oath, he pulls out, flips me onto my belly, drags me up onto my knees, and spanks my ass.
I yelp, jerking.
He bends down and kisses the sting away, then puts his hand between my shoulder blades and pushes me down so my face is against the mattress and my ass is in the air. Kneeling behind me, he leans over and cups my breasts, thumbing over my hard n*****s. Then he slides his hands down my ribcage and over my waist, squeezing my hips.
“Riley Rose,” he says gruffly, stroking the head of his c**k back and forth throug
