“Rhianna,” he growls. “Tell me: do you want my come? Do you want me pumping you full of it?” “Yes,” I whimper. “Yes,” he repeats, his voice so deep, so low, it’s almost lost to a rumble in his broad chest. “Yes, you do, don’t you? Because you’re mine. All mine. My mate. My pretty girl. And my cock is just what you need.”
