Good Girl Gone Bad
The new angle hit spots that made me cry out into his mouth.
“Please...make me come,” I begged, my hands in his hair, pulling hard. “Fuck me hard...”
“Such a good girl.” He chuckled darkly, his hand sliding back between us, fingers working my clit again, rough and fast. “Come for me then. Let me feel it.”
The pressure built, intense and burning, and I shattered, my body convulsing around him, a scream tearing from my throat. “Zeus!”