Chapter 39

Paris

He looked down at me; his eyes were a shade of acorns, and a muscle in his jaw flexed. I do not know when this burning stare of his on me will heal. They glow with humor and playfulness that sent a shiver down my spine. And here I am, cowardly losing.

He grabbed both of my legs, spreading them wide, then he thrusts again. Our eyes lock for a second. “You were on the dead-end, Sweetie . . .” he said huskily.

I didn’t bother to answer. Instead, I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly and gave him wide access to my wet mound.

I moaned in pleasure, and I arched into him, wanting to balance his movement on my surface. He’s driving me wild, and he firmly pulls me against his erection.

“Ah!” I pant seductively.

I bit my lip to meet every thrust of his and dig into his readiness with all my heart.

He accelerated even more on my surface. H