EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures
He follows, grunting as he fills me once more, collapsing in a heap of sweat and blood.
Hours pass like this...pauses for water, soft words whispered in the dark.
"I love you, you know," he murmurs once, tracing my collar. Rare tenderness in our twisted dance.
"Love you too, boss," I reply, meaning it.
In mafia romance, it's blood and cum that bind.
Dawn creeps, but we ain't done.
One last round: him on his back, me riding him, leash in his grip. I bounce, muscles screaming, moaning loud.