- Christine -
Tyron pinned me down in his bed, my back against his chest, and my breath caught in my throat.
"Let me hear you moan for me once more, angel," he whispered into my ear, reaching for my hands. Gently, he wrapped a necktie around my wrists and tied it to the headboard.
My chest thumped loudly and I swallowed hard, feeling nervous and eager.
"T-Tyron," I mumbled his name, but he cut me off with one of his calloused scorching fingers.
"Trust me, mate, you'll enjoy this," he convinced me as he kissed the tip of my ear, making me bite my lower lip.
Tyron's hand supported my shoulders, massaged my tense muscles, and then provided feverish pecks on them.
His teasing thrilled my entire being causing me to close my eyes.
"I'll make you feel good, Christine," he muttered hoarse
