18
Fiore
Monster carries me backward into the bedroom, carefully dropping me onto the bed. I look at up him, at his tall, suited form. I want him naked, on top of me, driving into me. I want him to lick my p***y, to tease my clit until I call out his name and drive my nails into my back. I want him to grab my hair, to flip me over, to take me from behind, sinking into me in that brutal way that I crave.
I f*****g want him, so much. Over and over, in every conceivable way. I think that I will always want him this badly. At least, I hope so.
I blush and bite my lip when I realize that I’m already getting wet.
He does this to me.
“Like what you see, princess?” he growls.
Monster reaches a hand down to my face, brushing my hair from my eyes. He tucks it gently behind my ear, fixating me
