My Toxic Trait Is Being Fat
My soft stomach, full breasts, wide hips, thick thighs and every curve I had spent years hating on full display from the thin undergarment left on me.
Ryker’s gaze devoured me. The gold in his eyes flared brighter.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his strokes growing rougher. “Look at you. So fucking perfect. Come here.”
I stepped closer until my knees brushed the edge of the bed. He reached out, large hand settling on my hip, thumb stroking the curve there almost reverently.