Dirty and Sinful Collection
His hands were everywhere, gripping my hips, my breasts, my face, as if he couldn’t touch enough of me at once.
He fucked me hard and fast, sweat slicking our bodies, the couch creaking beneath us. I dug my nails into his back, leaving angry red lines, and he hissed, fucking me even harder.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed overhead—Harper, moving around in her room. We both froze, breath caught, hearts pounding.
Julian’s eyes were wild. “Shit—”
I shook my head, desperate, clutching him tighter. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”