Heat: Fifty Fictions For The Fevered Mind
He reached down, spread her cheeks, and groaned low in his throat.
“Fuck. This pussy’s soaked.”
Reyna looked over her shoulder with a smirk, eyes glazed, hair wild and damp.
“Are you gonna stare at it or fuck it, hotshot?”
Smack.
His palm cracked against her ass, the sting sending a jolt straight through her.
“You don’t dare talk to me like that while bent over like a fucktoy,” he growled.
She shivered.
He lined himself up, the tip of his cock teasing her slit—slicking through her folds, tapping her clit. She whimpered, hips rocking backward instinctively, trying to pull him in.
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