SLADE
I lost control the moment she moaned from her own thrust. That sound, raw and desperate, should never come from her alone. That kind of pleasure should be reserved for me. Only me.
“Only I give you this kind of pressure,” I murmured, breaking the kiss and slipping my middle finger inside her.
“Only you,” she moaned as I placed my middle finger inside her.
“You like that?” I asked, watching her head fall back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut.
“I love it,” she whispered, gripping my arms as I began to stroke her slowly, deliberately. Her moans wrapped around me like a spell, pulling me deeper into her.
Her lips parted, her body arching toward me, and her breath hitched—beautiful and wild. My name left her mouth like a melody.
“Faster, Slade,” she begged, her nails biting into my skin. “Please—faster.”
She tried to grind against my hand, but I held her firmly, taking control.
“I’m coming—Slade, I’m—!”
I quickened my pace, hitting her spot just right, and her body tensed befor
