And Darren—oh Goddess, Darren—he was eating it up like a man starving. His hands slid down, grabbed her ass so hard she yelped into his kiss, and then came the sharp smack. The sound of his palm on her bare skin cracked through the air so loud I flinched.
“You’re my naughty little devil,” he growled against her lips, his voice low, rough, taunting, dripping with filth.
He smirked at me over her shoulder, like this was all for me, like every sound was meant to break me. “Do you see this? Do you see how easily she bends for me? Watch. Watch closely.”
And then his hand slid between her thighs, fingers plunging into her with a wet, obscene sound that made me gag.
“Ahhhhhh fuuuuuckkkkk, Darren!” Tasha screamed, her voice splitting open, her body arching against him. “Yesss—f**k, daddy—deep
