Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Steamy Stories
He was fucking her not just with his body, but with his eyes, and it was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced.
“Come for me, Chloe,” he growled, his voice rough. “Come for me, my love.”
The words, the endearment, were her undoing. The coil snapped, and her orgasm ripped through her, a blinding, all-consuming wave of pleasure. She screamed his name, her body convulsing around him. He followed her over the edge a moment later, his own orgasm ripping through him. He buried his face in her neck, his body shuddering as he poured himself into her, hot and thick and endless.