Alpha Nox
I could pretend I was someone else—someone without scars.
“Play with me, Nox.” He dipped two fingers into me, thrusting them deep. I gasped and arched against him, still grinding against his cock. “Mm, fuck yes. Just like that! Oh, it feels so good.”
Nox cursed loudly, his hips bucking as he drove his cock up and down my ass. His hand tightened around my throat. “You love torturing me, don’t you? Does it make you wet knowing how badly I want you? I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life.”