◆◆◆ Chapter 8 ◆◆◆
~ Niklaus Henderson ~
The drive back to the mansion felt longer than it should have. Every red light, every slow merge onto the coastal highway, gave my mind too much room to replay the last few hours with Kris.
Her flushed cheeks when I told her to leave the panties behind. The way her thighs trembled when I bent her over that library shelf, skirt shoved up, ass presented like an offering. The choked little “thank you, Sir” she managed between gasps as I f****d her raw — each brutal stroke driving deeper, her cunt clenching around me like a fist, wet and desperate. I’d counted every thrust aloud — slow, deliberate — while she whimpered the numbers back, voice breaking on “fifteen” when she shattered, soaking my c**k and dripping down her thighs in thick, glistening t
