Chapter Twenty-One
PRESLEY
THREE MONTHS LATER
“Colton, faster,” I demand as he bends me over, thrusting hard. As the warm shower grows tepid, I know I’m going to be late for work since he decided to sneak in here and seduce me.
Squeezing his fingers over my hips, he digs deeper as he pounds roughly. He removes a hand, then I feel a wet slap against my a*s.
“Colton!” I squeal, nearly falling into the wall, but he’s quick to catch me. His hand wraps around my center, then slides down between my legs where he plays with my c**t.
“That’s it,” he praises when my p***y clenches around his d**k. “Come on my c**k, Red.”
And I do just that because my body responds to everything he demands, even when I want to be disobedient to taunt him. He works me like an expert violinist, and when his o**
