Dionne Smith

73%
Flag icon
“I want you to realize there’s no one else.” He places me on the kitchen island, then pushes down his shorts and underwear in one jerky motion. His cock springs out, the veins on the thick shaft pulsing. “This cock is yours.” He pushes my skirt up and rips my panties. “And this pussy is mine. My exclusive property.” “Screw you,” I shoot back. “Say what you like, but your body doesn’t lie.” He runs a finger down my folds and shows me the glistening liquid.
Contractually Yours (The Lasker Brothers, #4)
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview