Dangerous Love: Sin, Lust, and Scandal
I arch up, grinding shamelessly, needing more.
“Slow,” he mutters against my lips. “Want to feel every fucking inch.”
He strips the rest of the way—shirt, jeans, boxers—until he’s naked above me. Broad chest dusted with dark hair, muscles shifting under skin scarred here and there from years of hard work. His cock juts thick and heavy between us, veins standing out, tip already wet. I reach for him, wrap my fingers around the base. He hisses, hips jerking into my grip.