As soon as those filthy, dirty, beautiful words left her lips, she had me.
She’d hate me someday if she ever found out about the blood I’d spilled.
But it would all be worth it.
She had a hard time taking my entire length at first. s**t, I’d been with women who’d slept with plenty of men experience the same thing.
I was a big guy, and lowered my hand to the apex of her thighs to tease the hard nub of her c**t. The pulse of her arousal thrummed against my fingers, making my d**k swell.
I’d never felt more alive than when a glint of wonder spilled into her eyes, and she said, “That feels amazing. Keep doing that.”
She was deliciously tight, and my girth stretched her. “That?” I pushed myself into the heated core of her body while continuing to stroke the drenched bud. Her skin was flaw
