Click (Next Level, #3)

by Briana Michaels

A nice prowl in the woods, a chase, and hard fuck will set me straight.

“He has really big hands.” Leah takes a sip of her martini. “Bet they’d make a really nice necklace.”

“Satan had to have sent you here to destroy my soul and my pussy. You can’t convince me otherwise.” “Better say your prayers then.” I press my palm on the top of her head. “On your knees works best.”

This woman sucks cock like she’s trying to get boba out of a skinny straw. Holy shit. Which one of us was sent by Satan again? Not me. It’s her. Definitely her. Thank you, Lucifer. I will be forever grateful for this gift.

In this dynamic, I give her control, patience, and encouragement. She gifts me her body, trust, and submission.