Fifty Shades Of Lovia
I slammed down on him with force, earning a cry that made my body shiver.
“Say it,” I demanded.
“Lovia… fuck… Lovia, you’re… insane,” he rasped, eyes fluttering shut.
I slowed again, grinding in tight circles. “Insane turns you on?” I questioned , still riding him.
He didn’t answer, he didn't need to because the answer was very clear.
I leaned forward, hand slipping between us, fingers circling my own clit as I rode him faster now, chasing the edge. His hands slid up to my breasts, mouth open, breath ragged. We were two storms colliding — messy, raw, explosive.