Touch Me, Daddy
Drops of water from the pool gleam on her back, tinted silver in the darkness.
“You’re perfect.” The words grit out of me, and I find a rhythm now, thrusting into my assistant from behind. The sun lounger creaks beneath us, and the wind whips across the rooftop, but there’s no one to witness this but the stars. “You’re so fucking perfect, Sadie. Look at you, taking my cock. You were built for this. Built for me.”
Sadie spasms around my length, getting impossibly slicker.
“Stefan,” she sighs. “Stefan.”