Playing Fake With Kade Black
“Jesus, you’re dripping for me already.”
Sora’s breath catches. She grabs my wrist, guiding my hand deeper. “Then stop teasing and touch me properly.”
The Sora who's crying over my brother is long gone and replaced with a bossy sweet little treat.
I push her pants and underwear down her legs in one go. She kicks them off impatiently, and I sit back on my heels for a second, just drinking in the sight of her completely naked beneath me.
Legs parted, pussy glistening, chest heaving. Her hair fans out across the pillow like dark silk, and that mischievous grin on her face makes my chest tighten.