Spicy Hot
I answer with desperation, arching into him, feeling his hard erection pressing against my stomach.
Then he pulls back, leaving me breathless, lips swollen.
“Turn around.”
I obey instantly, moving onto all fours, my ass lifted, trembling with anticipation. I hear the sound of his zipper being lowered, the faint rustle of a condom wrapper being torn open. When I feel the tip of him at my entrance—wide, hot—I hold my breath.
“Breathe,” he orders, his hand gliding down my spine. “And scream.”