Adonis Vivaldi
"Fuck" she writhed under me, her palms pushing at my arms which were securely locked around her thighs. "For God's sake Adonis, I don't know who he is".
I merely stared at her, revealing in the way her eyes dazed as she spoke, the way her body could barely keep to the bed and the pure and gripping desire that was etched into her face like a sculpted masterpiece. Every single thing about Yavannah turned me on, her female scent lingering on my fingertips and her breathy moans.
God, I was so hard.
My cock pushed painfully at the restraint of my zipper but still, I refrained from sinking my teeth between her pink and juicy folds even if it called out to me like a siren song. I needed her to know and understand that she belonged to me. Undoubtedly.
