Whispers After Dark
“Ride me. Take what you need.”
I straddled him, sinking down onto his cock until he was buried to the hilt. My hands braced on his chest as I began to move, slow and sensual at first, then faster, wilder. I rode him like I was possessed, grinding my clit against him on every downstroke, my breasts bouncing heavily. Kai’s hands were everywhere—gripping my hips, slapping my ass, pinching my nipples, wrapping around my throat just tight enough to make my head spin.
“Fuck, Elara,” he groaned, eyes locked on where we were joined. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you use me like this.”