“I love taking you from behind,” he said, interrupting my dirty thoughts. “The way your back arches when your chest meets the bed—or the floor. I love watching my cock plow in and out of you. Having you at my mercy, whimpering, makes me feel powerful. But…” He peered down at the wet stickiness falling over the fingers that stroked me, there was so much of it. “Jesus, Raven. Are you about to come, sweetheart?”
