Hades

I shouldn’t be losing control.

I really shouldn’t.

And yet, here I am, losing control at the sight of her.

The way she moved under my gaze was pure torture. Every slick, wet glide of her fingers against herself, every gasp and shiver, every broken little moan, pulled me in deeper. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t think of anything else. My hardness throbbed as if it had a mind of its own, my hands twitching, desperate to close around her, drag her closer, claim her entirely

“Ah, yes, oh God,” she whimpered, biting her lip as her fingers moved faster, slick sounds growing louder. Needy moans tumbled from...