Dangerous Love: Sin, Lust, and Scandal
Legs locked around him.
He pulled out at the last second.
Fisted his cock—stroked twice, hard—and came.
Hot ropes painted her stomach, her breasts, one thick stripe across her nipple. He kept stroking through it, milking every drop until he was shuddering, breath ragged.
They collapsed.
Him half on top of her, half beside. Sweat cooled on their skin. The room smelled like sex—musky, salty, thick.
No words.
No cuddling.
Just heavy breathing. Hearts hammering. The wet spot spreading under her back.