Angel In The Mafia’s Hell
I growled, my voice hoarse with desire.
She rubbed her pussy against my stomach, seeking that delicious friction, teasing us both. Our bodies glistened with sweat, and our breaths came in short, sharp pants as we teetered on the edge of control. But the dam was about to break, and when it did, I yanked the cuffs from the bedframe, causing Summer to scream and tumble onto her back, taking me with her.Our eyes locked, and I saw the same raw emotion I felt reflected in her gaze. This was more than just a physical connection. This was love.
"This isn't fair, Nicholas!" She giggled in frustration. "I want to ride you."
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