His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel the intensity of his gaze burning into me. There was no room for doubt in his voice, no hesitation. He meant every word, and the raw possessiveness in his tone made my heart race.
Before I could respond, Varianlir’s hands tightened on my hips, making me rock them. I began moving at a slow pace, teasing him, but he was not having it; he rocked my hips even faster.
"That's right, baby, ride me like you mean it," he growled.
I increased my pace, looking for my own orgasm as Varianlir moaned my name.
I've never been with a man so vocal before, and I love it. The men I've been with tend to keep everything to themselves, but not Varianlir.
"f**k, Arlen, your p***y is like magic. It's so warm, so wet," he praised me.
The sound of
