Rough Play

Ferrara

My wild angel didn't know half of what she did to me.

She assumed that she did, but that wasn't even half of it.

My blood was running hot, my entire body shattered by nerves which sent me apart in different pieces.

I was going to die if I didn't have her right now.

She tasted like she felt: bold, seductive and sweet, her lips parting as I thrusted my tongue into her wet hot mouth, my free hand cradling her face.

When I wrenched my lips away from hers to get some air, my cock was painfully hard, the inconsiderate monster digging into pants with a mind of its own.

I had no intention of letting her know the extent of the effect her gaze had on me, especially as they were right now, staring at me, her plump lower lip caught between her teeth.

I wanted it on my cock.

Fuck, I hadn't spent an extra minute after my discussion with The Senator, but had my jet on standby and returned to my house to wash up and go in search of Katya.

But instead, she came to me.

I stepped closer to her,