Ryder.

I was going mad.

Her touch was light but insistent, her body warm and soft against mine. Her breasts pressed into my palm, full and yielding, while her hand rubbed boldly over the hard bulge in my trousers. The way she looked up at me, drunk, shameless, and so fucking eager made my cock twitch hard under her palm. I could feel myself hardening despite every ounce of self-control I had left. She squeezed my cock through my pants and my cock jumped under her hand, throbbing with the need to bury itself inside her soaked pussy.

What the hell. This woman is crazy.

She didn’t stop there. With...