Gloves Off (Vancouver Storm, #4)

by Stephanie Archer

“Oh, no you fucking don’t,” he growls in my ear, and a jolt of lust spikes through me at the low, hungry tenor. “Don’t you dare come.” He fucks me harder. Harder. Oh god. I can’t hold back. “This is for me,” he rasps.

Jfc.

How her hot, tight cunt felt around my cock.