Naughty Dripping Desires (An Erotic Collection)

and I knew exactly who it had to be. Him. The god-like football player from next door, with his chiseled j

ugh the peephole, there he was, Jax, sweat glistening on his tanned skin, fresh from what must have been a late-night workout. His tank top was

lled through the door, my voi

through the wood. "Open up

e, his presence overwhelming, the scent of his musk and cologne invading my senses. His eyes raked over me,

stepping inside without invitation, clos

seeping into me, igniting a fire that had been smoldering since the day he moved in. "I've been thinking about you,"

wn, inching it up my thighs. My body betrayed me, ar

tongue invaded my mouth, tasting of mint and desire, while one hand slid up to cup my breast, his thumb circ

s already wet and throbbing for him. "Feel that?" he whispered, grinding against me, his erection har

e to hide tomorrow. His free hand dipped lower, fingers slipping under the edge of my panties, finding me slic

digging into the firm muscle as wave

n two, curling them in a way that hit every sensiti

ucking against his hand. "

yank them down. In one swift motion, he freed himself from his shorts, his cock was thick, veined, and pulsing

ed out, the mix of pleasure and slight pain intoxicating. He didn't hold back, pounding into me with the

found my breast, sucking greedily. "Come for me," he demand

s clenching around him as stars burst behind my eyelids. He followed moments la

set me down, his forehead resting against mine. "That was