“I want you to fuck me like you’re sorry for letting me down the first time.” He grunts, his mouth going to the column of my throat, sucking until I arch into him, then he bites the spot, making me gasp. “That was a given.” Rylie’s hands trail down my torso, cupping my hips and notching me firmer against him. He moves me up and down, my pussy dragging against the hard ridge of his erection. “Tell me how you like it,” he demands. Pleads.
