Chapter 6
My fingers dug into the cold granite countertop at his request, my knuckles turned bone-white, and my breath came in short, sharp gasps.
My spine was arched up, my ass lifting instinctively, presenting myself to him like an offering. The air was thick with the scent of my arousal, my wetness was already dripping down my thighs, and my p***y throbbed, desperate to be filled.
I heard him move before I felt him; the heat of his body radiated against my back as he stepped in close. His grip on my waist was bruising and possessive, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of my hips as he pulled me against him.
The hard ridge of his c**k was already thick and swollen inside his sweats. He pressed himself against my ass, and I whimpered, grinding back against him without shame. “
