I bit my lip, cheeks burning, but my feet carried me closer to the bed. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I couldn’t get enough of your cock this morning. I’ve been unsatisfied for so long… I need more.”

His smile widened into something darker, more possessive. He sat up slightly, muscles flexing across his broad chest and tattooed arms. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said, eyes never leaving mine. The sincerity in his tone caught me off guard, making my heart stutter even as fresh wetness seeped from my core. “Every inch of you—those perfect tits, that...