The Billionaire's S*x Diet Obsession
The thought pushed me over the edge: I came hard, ropes of hot cum arcing onto my shirt and abs, my roar echoing in the empty penthouse like a promise of what's to come.
But it wasn't enough—nothing would be until she was here, under me, her screams real and raw, her body quivering in surrender. I cleaned up with a predatory smile curling my lips, typing my reply: "Accepted. Wear nothing under your coat. Be ready to feed me—all night long." Send.
Tomorrow, Elena Hayes would learn the full extent of my obsession. And God, I couldn't wait to devour her soul, one erotic thrust at a time.