Lowa’s POV
It gave me a sense of accomplishment.
I sat on his stout waist, legs spread at his sides, and slowly pulled off my nightgown in his angry, shocked eyes.
I know I must be looking pretty good right now, because I feel like his d.ick is getting bigger under my b.utt.
I clung to him again. Oh, I love the feel of his skin. It makes me want to moan.
"You like it, don't you?" I stroked his chest and felt his firm n.ipples.
His face was flushed, but his teeth were clenched on his lip as he struggled for the last time.
I kissed his neck, felt his pulse, and sucked on the most sensitive part of his neck like a vampire sucking blood.
His body was shaking. I could hear him gasping for air, but he was still holding his breath.
I lay on top of him, stroking him with my hands and rubbing my legs against his. My temperature has been rising. I'm wet.
I licked his earlobe and whispered in his ear, "F.uck me."
I felt his body stiffen, but there was no next move.
