He lifted me as if I weighed nothing, my legs winding tight around his waist, and when he slid into me, his groan was guttural, primal, a sound that rattled through my chest.
The cold water lapped at us, chilling my back, but inside me he burned—each thrust hot, sharp, relentless. I tried to grab at his shoulders, desperate to anchor myself, but he caught my wrists, dragging my arms behind me, locking them there with one big hand.
The restraint shot through me like lightning. Helpless. Open. His.
“be my good girl babe,” he rasped, his mouth at my ear, his pace slowing deliberately until I thought I’d scream. “Don’t move until I say. Good girls get rewarded, ya know that.”
Goddess. He was toying with me. Every time the pressure built, every time my body clenched and begged for release,
