Chapter 13

Freya Rose

Tristan grabbed my hips, and with his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, he lifted the lower half of my body into the air. As he did, I wrapped my hand around his erect, throbbing member and lined it up to the entrance of my pulsating pussy. It was like our bodies were connected magnetically. I knew his every move, and he knew mine. You'd think that knowing what each other’s bodies were going to all the time would take all the spontaneity out of the act and lessen the enjoyment somehow, but it didn't. In fact, it intensified it. Every dirty, kinky, and lust-filled desire Tristan had, I heard a split second after he'd thought about it. The things that the guy wanted to do with me would have made an escort blush. I was quite surprised at how filthy his mind actually was.

He teased me by lowering me down on his member, just enough to slip his tip into my soaking wet gash, then lifted me off of it again. He did this repeatedly, making me release quiet yet longing