The Cursed Passion
Suddenly, he pulls back, and I watch him shove two of his fingers in his mouth, and that’s the hotness shit I’ve ever seen.
"Relax, baby,” he says. “You are tight—I just need to open you up a little. I will be gentle.” He finishes with a smirk and hovers over me, capturing my lips in a hungry kiss. I taste myself on his lips but I don't care; kissing him is like flying on the highest clouds. Then I feel his finger travel down to my heat, and my body tense up. “Relax,” he whispers. “You can stop me anytime.”
Hot Chapters