C11 Chapter 11

Gina

“Tell me to fucking slow down, tell me you want to enjoy me for a bit longer,” he demanded, but I didn’t care about slowing down. I wanted him more than I ever wanted any man. His shirt went flying across the room, and I was fighting to get his pants down.

My hands were shaking, my pulse pounding in my ears. This was happening, and there was no going back. Once he was only in his boxers