I felt exposed, vulnerable, and so incredibly turned on that my thighs trembled. My hands instinctively moved to cover myself, but he caught my wrists gently.

“Don’t you dare hide from me,” he growled softly. “This body is mine tonight. Every inch of it. My son doesn’t deserve to see you like this. But I do.”

He pulled me against his fully clothed body, the rough fabric of his suit brushing deliciously against my bare skin. One big hand slid down between my legs, cupping my bare, dripping pussy possessively. Two thick fingers stroked through my slick folds, parting them slowly, spreading my wetness everywhere.

“So fucking wet,” he groaned...