ZAYLA

"That was hot," he rasped, nipping at my earlobe. "I let you come."

Warmth filled me like sunlight. I shouldn't take what he said to heart, because he was often rude and non chalant as hell— but, God, I loved it when he was sweet.

I wanted to make him lose his mind. I wanted to make him come. To see him come.

Reaching back, I rested my hands on his knees and rode him so he could see everything. His gaze caught fire, trailing from my parted lips, to my bouncing breasts, to where he slid in and out of me. I was so wet it was dripping...