Amelia lay curled against LeBron's massive chest, her body still heavinh from the morning's relentless pounding, c*m leaking slowly from her stretched p***y and ass onto the silk sheets.
The breakfast tray had been cleared away hours ago, but the scent of fruit and coffee lingered faintly in the air of his sprawling master suite.
His arm draped possessively over her waist, fingers idly tracing the red welts from his earlier spanks on her hip.
She felt full, sated, yet a deeper craving stirred within her—a fantasy she'd harbored for years, now bubbling to the surface in the safety of his bed.
LeBron shifted, propping himself up on one elbow, his dark eyes locking onto hers with that intense gaze that made her core clench. 'Tell me, plaything... you got any fantasies rattling around in t
