Chapter 4

"Fuck-fuck-" My voice came out raw, desperate. I imagine Richard behind me, his broad chest pressed to my back, his cock thick and heavy against my ass as he whispers dirty things in my ear. You're mine now, Elena. Say it. His hands would be everywhere, gripping my hips, squeezing my tits, sliding between my legs to feel how wet I am for him.

His fingers would sink into me easily, stretching me, preparing me for his cock.

I whimper, the showerhead trembling in my grip as I press it ...