C122 Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Two
“Ride me,” he said in a strained voice. His pupils dilated and his brow constricted. Tight lines were etched into his forehead, and his hands gripped her hips so tightly that she could do nothing more than squeeze her inner muscles around his erection.
“Sweat heaven,” he groaned.
She wasn’t going to last, and she was helpless to do anything about it. She needed to move. She had to move
