Cherish Me, Daddy
I couldn’t.
The scent of us... gardenia and jasmine and cedarwood and bergamot from Lucen's rut... filled the air, thick and intoxicating. My skin was slick with sweat, my hair sticking to my neck, my lips parted as I panted, my cock leaking pre-cum onto his stomach with every bounce.
"Luceen, please..." I moaned.
Lucen’s hands slid up my chest, his thumbs brushing over my nipples before pinching them hard. I cried out, my back arching, my rhythm stuttering. He did it again, twisting just enough to send a jolt of pain straight to my cock.