Touch Me, Daddy
“Please, Stefan. I need you.”
Ah, hell.
When I grab her peachy ass with one hand, when I press the first inch inside her, Sadie is tighter and hotter than I ever dreamed. She’s a slick little furnace, strangling my shaft even as her body sucks it deeper, and the noises she makes, scrabbling at the sun lounger, testing my hold on her hair…
Jesus Christ.
Those breathy little moans will haunt me to my deathbed.
“M-more,” Sadie says, fingertips digging into the lounger so hard they turn bloodless. “More, Stefan.”