“Where do you think you’re going?” I crawl forward then stretch out by the fire. When I pull her against me, she tries to resist. “I need to see about your head.” “My head’s fine.” I swipe the sweaty hair from her forehead and kiss her, then pull her on top of me. “Lie here with me for a while. Belinda needs more rest before we go. And I need more of your tight cunt.” I lift a thigh, pressing it against her swollen sex. She bites my shoulder, and I love the sting. “You’re so filthy, G.” “But you love me.” Fuck, that warms my black heart in ways I can’t fathom. “I do.” She gives in and goes
...more
