“He looked down, watching her delicate, soft fingers encircle his rock-hard dick and wondering when a hand job had turned him on so much. "Tell me what to do." "Stroke, don't pull," he said, noticing his voice was incoherent, but… — M.K. Schiller Copy Share Image
“Here, let me help." Owen grabbed a slice of toast with butter and jelly and held it up to her mouth. She took a big bite. She looked up and found his eyes blazing, that odd light flickering faintly behind… — Laura Kaye Copy Share Image
