“You’re made for this, Samantha.” I whimper, feeling hands stroking my body just as Alec’s eyes find mine. He’s taken a step back to watch. Slowly rubbing himself over the front of his sweatpants, making his hardening cock take shape through the fabric. Damn. The way he’s staring, devouring the scene in front of him. It makes me feel heady with desire. It makes me want to put on a show. Make him hot watching the ways they destroy my body. This is amazing.
