Chapter Eighteen
Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her nails making delicious little half-moon shapes on my skin, as if marking me as hers. I brought my fingers to her chin, guiding her face up so that I could watch her. I didn’t want to miss a second of this. I wanted to watch every moment of it, to drink her in.
Her eyes were glassy and unfocused as she rolled her hips. Moving against me and using my c**k to get that sweet friction that had her breath stuttering into harsh pants.
“That’s it, don’t stop.” I growled, feeling the familiar tightening in my balls. She wasn’t the only one that was close. Pleasure licked through me like lightning. Guiding my movements against her, I could feel her wetness slicking out of her. Coating the front of my jeans as she soaked those little lace pan
