Every step Mr. West took, the closer I got to my climax. The more intensely I felt Alistair’s shaft brush against the sensitive spot inside of me. The harder I pressed back into him, giving him something solid to slam into. Chills racked down my body as I heard his low grunts of pleasure, the way his free hand held my hip steady. His lips blazed the trail of my throat with urgency. I can feel the way he inhales my scent deep into his lungs. Trapping me there. I wanted to come. I wanted it so badly that I didn’t care if I got busted.
