That One Night (Jacksonville Rays, #0.5)

by Emily Rath

“What a good fucking girl,” he croons. I shiver. I typically like to be the one giving the praise, but coming from this sweetheart, it feels dirty and I love it. I love being his good girl. I love earning his praise. I want more.

“Don’t play with me, baby girl. I’ll happily stay in this room giving you what you need all night. I’ll eat that pussy like it’s my goddamn job. Say the word, and I won’t get off my knees.”

“You like that, baby girl? My hand on your throat, my fingers in your cunt…I’m gonna claim you, make you mine.”