My butt felt sore, my breathing hitched, and my body heated, and between my legs was already in a friction I cannot bear. The last smack he gave me caused a moan to break from my lips, one I have not intended, the pleasure and pain were too much of a fascinating mix, it was addicting, which only makes me question my own sanity.
I gasped when William clasped my waist and placed me to sit on his lap, he wielded me like I weighed no less than a feather like I was something he would easily wield without effort.
Williams' hands on my waist grasp so tightly enough to leave an imprint, how can his touch be so rough and gentle at the same time?
My insides nearly died when William's hand slipped straight to my thighs, surely he wasn't planning on doing what I was thinking? I looked into his eyes and god the blend of anger and hunger was a powerful mix in them, a storm that could explode in less than a minute.
I moaned when he rubbed me.
