Trinity's POV
I woke up, writhing against my sheets in s****l tension. My eyes opened, and I found myself breathing heavily, with small droplets of perspiration coating my naked skin. I slept naked, but now it felt like torture, because of the friction of the sheets on my body, my naked breasts and n*****s reminded me of Rodri.
His skilled hands and lips. The way his strong, big and muscular body completely engulfed mine as he thrust his hips against mine, impaling his raging hard c**k into me.
“Fuck.” I groaned in frustration, sliding my hand down to touch my clit desperately. I trembled at the contact, biting my lip from the pleasure. But it was not enough. I desperately needed Rodri naked and in bed with me.
Using me. f*****g me. Enjoying every inch of my body.
He was the only man
