If her body was betraying her, teetering dangerously on the edge of surrender, then she needed to fight back in a way that shifted the game.
She had to think fast, and being vocal seemed like her best bet.
The idea of distracting both herself and Ross with words sent a thrill through her—it was bold, daring, and maybe exactly what she needed to regain control.
Leaning forward slightly, her hands pressing against his solid chest for support, Anne looked him in the eye, a sly smirk playing on her lips despite her trembling body.
"Do you like my tight little pussy, Ross?" she purred, her voice dripping with sensuality.
The words surprised even her, but they had the desired effect.
Ross's dark eyes flashed with amusement and heat as his lips curled into a wicked grin.
"Like it?" he drawled, his tone slow and deliberate.
"I love it."
His hands slid up to her hips, gripping her firmly as he guided her movements again.
