Good god. “That’s my perfect fucking girl.” I drop my mouth to her ear. “Maybe I should tattoo a diamond necklace on the back of my hand . . . that way I can dress you up whenever I want.” When I sit up, her eyes are nearly black. Any sign of her innocent, angelic nature has been replaced with a succubus. Sitting back on my heels, I open her knees, gazing down at her with a smirk, appreciating the way she takes each inch, with parted lips and sexy moans while trembling under my palms. I grip and grope her thighs like I can’t get enough.
