Kiss Me Where It Hurts
My middle clenched painfully as I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him closer like my life depended on it.
God, what was this feeling?
It was exhilarating. Was this even real?
I barely had enough to think when his thick finger pushed into my opening and I shrieked a moan.
“Ariana!”
I heard my name, but I was too engrossed getting used to this wicked beautiful man's finger that I ignored it.
“Ariana, you're squirting on my fucking bed!”
This time I heard the sharp scream of a female, and my eyes flew open, sweat clamming my forehead as I looked up to find Mr. Ferrari gone.