ROWANNE’S POV.
His other hand held me open, his grip firm as I squirmed beneath him, unable to stay still. My hips moved on their own, grinding against him and chasing the pleasure I craved so desperately.
I wanted to touch. To feel him. To hold onto something. To pull him by his hair and f**k his mouth hard. Oh God, I wanted so damned more. I wanted more. I— s**t!
“Please,” I whimpered, my voice breaking as the tension built inside me again. “Eli, please! Please, sir! More. Harder. Faster!”
I couldn’t even think anymore. My head fell back into the mattress, the sheets rough against my damp skin, and then.
It hit me.
My body convulsed as if struck by lightning, every nerve sparking to life at once.
“Oh, f**k!” I screamed, writhing beneath him, my hips bucking uncontrollably ag
