C37 Chapter 37

Medora

He slid into me slowly, the tip first, then deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully inside. The way he stared at me-lips parted, his eyes dark with desire-made my breath hitch. I felt a surge of need, so overwhelming it almost consumed me.

"Fuck," I moaned, my fingers digging into his shoulders for balance as I began to move.

"Dora, slow down," he groaned, his voice strained