If I don’t moan, I’ll implode like a dying star. So, as he f***s me into the couch, harder and faster and more brutally with every passing second, I can’t do anything but cry out to the ceiling.
Sorry, neighbors—I’m about to come harder than I’ve ever come before. You’ll have to forgive the ruckus.
There’s not one muscle I can move without Andrey’s permission. He’s got me fully splayed open and fully at his mercy. And as I come and come and come—andcomeandcomeandcomeandcome—I realize one horrifying truth.
I like being made his.
I’m still panting when he unleashes himself deep into my core, then immediately pulls himself away.
His body is gone and cold air invades. I wrap my arms around myself until I’m cocooned in a tiny ball, all the warmth zapped out of me as Andrey hunts for his cl
