Geneva
Demir doesn’t penetrate me right away. He plays with me, teasing me with his c*ock as he slides the head over my c*lit, the heat of him making me shake all over. I shudder in ecstasy and lean down on my arms so that my a*ss remains exposed in the air but my upper half is on the bed, because I can’t take the slow torture anymore. I can’t when he’s so damn evil with his games, playing with me like it’s some kind of a game while I am burning already.
“F*uck me, Demir,” I beg again, impatient, lost in my need for him.
He disappears for a moment and comes back with a condom and I hate to even think about it. I want no barriers between us.
“One day, Geneva Valentine,” he mumbles as he tears the package, “one day I will have you without any barriers between us. One day I will claim you
