Jane

I never imagined I’d spend two nights in my mate’s bed. Vishal was unbelievably sweet, and the way he pleasured me left me sore, too sore to even stand.

Lazily, I stared at him sleeping peacefully, admiring the beauty of a man who felt like God’s own creation. Too handsome. Too perfect. And somehow, he was mine.

This man that every woman would want - he chose me.

My mate.

“I suppose you’re satisfied with the way you got fucked,” Amber’s voice slithered into my ...