Nia’s Pov
He took a slow drink, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he watched me over the rim. “We try not to. But yeah, it’s a fight. One whiff of her scent, and your c**k’s hard as rock, balls aching to unload. You want to pin her down, spread her thighs, and thrust in deep until she’s screaming your name.” His gaze flicked to my lips, then lower, lingering on the way my chest rose and fell a little quicker now. “It’s primal. No games, just need.”
The air thickened, charged with the echo of his words. I could almost feel it the imagined press of his body, the stretch of him filling me. My p***y clenched, slickness gathering in my panties, and I crossed my legs tighter, fighting the urge to squirm.
Get a grip, Nia.
This is just talk. But the bet loomed in my mind, that stupid challenge to
