Wicked Pleasures [Steamy Short Stories]
She’d prefer that afterall than be under the scrutiny of so many people.
Hours later, Alexa was on all fours in the center of the massive hotel bed, completely naked, facing the door like some offering.
Her heavy breasts swung wildly beneath her with every brutal thrust, her rounded belly grazed the sheets, dragging slightly with each rock of her body.
Her face was wrecked, her mouth open, eyes half-lidded and glassy, cheeks flushed dark red.
And every few seconds a broken, desperate moan tore out of her throat, loud and shameless, the kind of sound that said she was already too far gone to care who might hear.