“God, you feel good,” he murmured. “Your pussy takes my cock so fucking well, sweetheart. I could fuck you all day and night and you would still be wet and ready for me, wouldn’t you?” Heat pulsated in my core at the image he painted. “Yes,” I panted. My nails sank deeper into his skin. “Please.” He groaned again. Tension corded the muscles of his neck and shoulders. His hands dug into my hips, and I could tell he was on the verge of breaking.
