3 ~ Filled and Flooded.

“Round two,” Handsome murmured, his voice low and gravelly.

He rolled us so I was on my back, my legs splayed wide on the sticky leather.

The curtain swayed, letting in flashes of strobe lights that danced over his sweat-slicked skin.

He looked like a god—sharp jaw clenched, his eyes dark with lust, that heavenly face twisted in raw need.

I spread my cheeks for him, my hole winking open, still slick from before. “Pound me, Handsome. Make me yours.” My voice cracked, desperate.

Inside, he's gonna wreck me completely, and I want every second.

He knelt between my thighs, gripping his thickening shaft.

It...