RAW DESIRES:{50 Stories of Passion}
He fucked like he knew exactly what I needed before I did…hard, dirty, making me beg and break in ways Daniel never could.
But that was the problem, wasn't it? The desire burned hotter than the shame, coiling low in my belly even now, with his cum still leaking slowly and warm down my thigh. I wanted him. Craved the way he claimed me, the filthy words he growled in my ear, the ache he left behind like a brand. It was addictive, this secret rush, the thrill of the forbidden, the power imbalance that made my knees weak. Nineteen and stupid, chasing the high of being wanted so desperately by someone so wrong.