Amy Stone
I bite my lip, heart racing as I press myself against Kael, feeling his c**k already hard and twitching behind me. My pulse pounds in my ears. “Kael… are you sure?” I whisper, trembling slightly, nervous and excited all at once.
He grips my hips, thumbs brushing over my soft skin. “Only if you want it,” he growls, voice low and rough. “I’m not going to hurt you, but I want you like this… desperate, open for me.”
I nod, shivering, sliding down onto my knees. My body tingles, my core wet and slick, but this is different. This is new. I’ve never done this before, and the thrill makes my legs shake.
He presses his c**k against me, teasing the tip at first. My back arches, lips parting, a shiver running down my spine. “Oh… Kael…” I moan softly, breath shaky, and he growls, holding
