Forbidden Affairs
He groaned above her, fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her as she sucked and licked and made a filthy, sticky mess of them both.
When he couldn’t take it anymore, he yanked her up, bent her over the table of jars, and slammed inside.
She screamed.
The stretch was brutal.
His hands gripped her hips, sticky and strong, as he thrust deep and slow. Each slap of skin echoed through the woods. Bees buzzed nearby. The wind rustled the trees.
And he fucked her like she was his queen.
“You’ll come back,” he growled in her ear. “You’ll crave this. Just like the honey.”