*Maddox*
“Are you going to be a good girl for me while I’m gone,” I rasp into her ear. We’re covered in sweat, and I’ve been drawing out every minute of the last hour to make this last as long as possible for both of us.
I’ve made Isla come at least three times, but I’m not done with her yet. It could be months before I see her again.
“Probably not,” she whimpers, but her mouth curves into a devilish smile. I thrust into her, hard, and she arches her back, crying out softly as I continue to drag my c**k in and out in a desperately slow motion.
Her nails have left long red scratches down my back that I’ll feel for weeks. I hope I do. I hope I taste her on my tongue and smell her scent on my skin until the day I return home.
“Please, Maddox,” she whispers, her nails digging into my
