Forbidden Desires
I gave in and broke that, too, shoving his slacks and boxers down in one go.
His erection bobbed, hitting his stomach.
Um. Wow.
It was difficult to reconcile the existence of fairness when Tate Marchetti had been born with an assault rifle for a cock. Thick, hard, and longer than should be legal.
“If you keep staring at my cock with your mouth open like that, I’m going to take it as an invitation to enter.”
My mouth watered.
“Please, do.”
His eyes met mine, throat rolling.
I hopped onto the desk again, lay on my back, and admired him from this angle. His fingers traced the netting of my tights, stopping to run one along my slit before he ripped the net. It tore around my pussy.