Miranda Key
Make it Two
He pushed me onto the bed, hips slamming against mine, the force of each thrust hard enough to rattle the headboard. Sweat ran down his back as he drove into me, never slowing. My fingers raked down his spine, nails catching on skin, and every breath I took came out broken.
He pushed me onto the bed, hips slamming against mine, the force of each thrust hard enough to rattle the headboard. Sweat ran down his back as he drove into me, never slowing. My fingers raked down his spine, nails catching on skin, and every breath I took came out broken.