“One last time…” He whispered breathlessly to her. “I’ll f*ck you one last time before I send you away.”
He pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it across the room, and Denae kept her legs open, impatiently waiting for him to slide between them. Her fingers were still creating circular motions against her clit, her eyes holding a gaze filled with nothing but lust.
Zaid unbuttoned his pants, the thick jeans material falling to his feet and he kicked it off. His steps were slow, almost predatory as he walked back over to where Denae was, settling between her legs. “Why’d you have to smell so good?”
He grabbed her hand, stopping it from touching what was his with a growl. “Answer me, Denae…why is it that you can still lure me in even though I promised to let you go?”
“I…j-just…f*ck me
