He slowly withdrew from her body, deliberately swiping their mixed fluids along her drenched skin and smirking.
“I didn’t last long but it’s been years since I’ve f****d. You’ll forgive me, of course.”
It wasn’t a question, and she didn’t dare answer the comment. She was reeling over how quickly she let him f**k her. Fire and gasoline might be an apt description but as he held his c**k against her soft flesh, teasing and tantalizing her, she also knew she was way in over her head with this man. She wanted him to put it back in. What was wrong with her?
“Vadim, what are we doing?”
“Well,” he looked up at her, nearly incapable of tearing his eyes away from her exposed skin as if enthralled with it, “we f****d fast and heavy against the wall in your walk-in closet. Now, I’m going to clean
