Wild Side (Rose Hill, #3)

by Elsie Silver

“Let me guess, you hate me? And that’s why you’re fucking soaked for me.”

“No, I don’t hate you at all. And that’s why I’m fucking soaked for you.”

“Is it too much?” I draw out and push in again, harder this time, drawing the sexiest fucking noises from her. “No, it’s just deep. I can take it.” “Of course you can. Fucking look at you. You take it like you were made for me.”