Chapter Seventy Seven
Emory's pov
“I want you to come, and I want to torment and make you feel good with more orgasms until you beg me to stop. But I won’t stop. Because I want to go all out on you. f**k you until you go sore and your p***y and brain recognize only my prick” he grumbled before he yanked the sleeping mask off my face. “I want you to look at me. I want to see your face as you come, again and again.”
He pushed himself up and slipped a pillow beneath my head. “You need to see everything clearly, how I stroke you, suck and f**k you into the seventh heaven ” he mumbled into my core.
Gilbert was at the same time seductive and terrifying. I’ve never liked it when a man looked at me when I was orgasming. Somehow it felt too familiar. This time, I had no choice. He swooped in a
