Chapter 56
Layla’s POV
Mateo didn't offer a single word of argument.
A low, rumbling chuckle vibrated deep in his broad chest as he slid out of my drenched core with a loud, slick pop, shifting his massive frame onto his back against my tangled, damp sheets.
He rested his hands behind his dark head, his dangerous, pitch-black eyes tracking my every movement through the dim moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains.
My thighs were shaking uncontrollably, drenched in a thick, sticky mixture of shower water and my own hot slick.
I dragged my knees over his muscular hips, straddling his waist.
Looking down at him, his massive, shaft stood straight up against his flat, rippling abs, throbbing heavily and glistening wet with my juices.
“Well? What are you waiting for, babygirl?”
