Debbie
Rain’s amber eyes were fixed on mine. He looked like he was in a trance, his chest rising and falling in heavy, jagged heaves. He gripped my thighs, his fingers digging into my skin. The heat coming off him was like standing next to an oven. It was intoxicating.
“Sorry, honey,” he rasped. His voice sounded like it was coming from the back of a cave. “I would love to make you feel good… I would love to take my time… but I can’t. Not now.”
He didn’t explain. He didn’t have to. I could feel the desperation in the way his muscles were trembling. He leaned forward, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me toward him. My center was resting right against the tip of his hardness.
He didn’t slide in. He slammed.
“AAAHHH… FUCKKKK!”
The sound ripped out of me, bouncing off the cold ki
