PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE
She tasted like coffee and mint, her breath quickening.
We kissed deeply, tongues dancing, moans escaping into each other's mouths. My body heated up fast, cock twitching in my shorts. Anna's hands roamed my arms, then up to my neck, fingers tangling in my hair. She shifted on the couch, pressing her body against mine. The movie droned on forgotten in the background. I broke the kiss for air, staring into her eyes—dark with desire.
'Gio, this is wrong,' she whispered, but her hands didn't stop exploring. 'But I don't care. I want you.'