Connor’s POV
I sheath myself with the condom from my bedside drawer, in record time. I’m so damn turned on, I can barely think straight and it was only by sheer instinct, that I am remembering to use protection at all.
My dominating side in the bedroom isn’t for everyone, but Wynter is perfect, she’s like my own personal wet dream come to life. She likes being told what to do, likes being manhandled and she sure as f.uck loved it when I s*****d her.
Turning back to Wynter, I have to physically restrain myself, she looks so f.ucking good, in the middle of my bed, ass in the air, waiting for me.
I climb onto the bed behind her, pressing against her ass as I run my finger down her spine.
She shivers in response, so damn receptive to everything I do, like I said, perfect.
I trail the tip
