Wild Desires
His mouth found my neck, my shoulder, my breasts, leaving a trail of bites and kisses that would mark me for days.
"Look at me," he commanded.
I forced my eyes open. His face was flushed, his jaw tight, his dark hair falling across his forehead. He looked wild. Unhinged. Perfect.
"I want to watch you come apart on my cock," he said, his voice ragged. "I want to feel you squeeze me while you scream my name."
I was already close again. Too close. The pressure in my core was building faster than I could control, and he seemed to know it. His hand slid between our bodies, his thumb finding my clit, rubbing in tight circles that matched the rhythm of his hips.
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