Hothouse Flower (Calloway Sisters #2)

by Krista Ritchie

“Dais,” he groans, one of his hands on the back of my head. “Fuck.” Fuck is right. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuckkk. Oh my God. He jerks forward, coming inside of me, and I tighten around his cock, clenching over and over, riding a wave to the shore.