Taboo: Ties and Sins
Her knees ached against the cold wooden floor, but the pain only made her pussy throb harder, already wet with anticipation.
Jodan Ward circled her slowly, like a predator evaluating his prey. At thirty-five, he was tall, broad-shouldered, and muscular from heavy training. His thick, veiny cock swung heavily between his powerful legs, semi-erect, the pink head already glistening with a drop of precum. He wore only a pair of jeans, open at the front, the belt still hanging loose.
“Look at me, you whore,” he growled in that deep, authoritative voice she had fantasized about so many times in their messages.