Leah didn’t know when round two became round five.
All she knew was that her body ached in the best way possible. Her thighs were trembling, her skin was flushed and damp, her voice hoarse from all the moaning, begging, and filthy things she didn’t even know she could say out loud.
Every time she thought she couldn’t possibly take another thrust, another orgasm, Roland proved her wrong. Again and again.
He took her on the floor, on the couch, with her back arched over the armrest, legs trembling as he held her steady and drove into her like he owned every inch of her body.
She rode him again, this time with his hand gripping her throat and his other hand playing with her c**t until she screamed his name so loud it echoed through the booth.
He bent her over and f****d her slow and de
