Chapter 6

My fingers dug into the cold granite countertop at his request, my knuckles turned bone-white, and my breath came in short, sharp gasps.

My spine was arched up, my ass lifting instinctively, presenting myself to him like an offering. The air was thick with the scent of my arousal, my wetness was already dripping down my thighs, and my pussy throbbed, desperate to be filled.

I heard him move before I felt him; the heat of his body radiated against my back as he stepped in close. ...