This is how it should be, I tell myself. You’re a killer. He’s a killer. Your love should be as violent as you are.
With his right hand, Phoenix grabs his c**k and starts stroking. He’s already glistening with sweat, and his c**k is dripping with my juices. He uses it as lubricant to push himself over the edge.
I sit there and look up at him, sucking in tiny breaths against the pressure of his hand and watching as pleasure ripples across his face.
And then he erupts.
He drenches me in him. My face, my breasts, little droplets of it falling onto my bare thighs.
I sit there and take it, feeling myself start to throb all over again. Apparently, my body has been starving this whole time, and I’ve finally given her permission to ask for what she wants.
And what she wants is this.
He rumb
