KIDNAPPED TO VEGAS (A Spicy Badboy Romance)
It’s hard as hell, heavy, already leaking at the tip.
He lifts me again and lays me back on the table, right next to a plate of strawberries.
My back lands on the wood and I laugh, reaching for him. “We’re gonna throw all this fancy shit on the floor.”
“Good,” he says, grabbing my legs and dragging me closer.
He spreads my thighs wide and steps between them, his cock sliding along my wet pussy without pushing in yet.
He grabs a strawberry, chews it, then leans down and kisses me, feeding me the sweet juice. I moan at the taste, sucking it off his tongue while he grinds against my clit.