LUSTily : Diff. Forbidden Love Stories
Now, she was the one sitting on top of him, impaled by his massive length while he laid back against the pillows to watch her.
"Ride me, Rissa," he rasped, his hands sliding up to grip her waist, guiding her into a steady, punishing rhythm.
Rissa leaned back, her eyes closed tight as she rode him, her head tossing from side to side. She was lost in the heat, the sound of their bodies meeting, and the sheer intensity of the pleasure. She was so focused on the sensation of him filling her that she didn't hear the light footsteps in the hallway.
Suddenly, the door to the bedroom flew open.