Chapter 8

“Position that ass into a doggy, momma, let me lick your plate clean!” he purred, and she gasped at the rawness of his words,

In one flipped, he turned her around her face pressing into the table while her ass shoot out into the perfect doggy he craved for.

“Ummm....” he moaned as he stared at what looked to him like home.

“Fucking goodness!.... Momma.” Axel grunted licking on his lower lips.

His dick budged at the sight of her dripping pussy and damn! Damn, every restrained because he desired more than to finger her—he desired more than just to suck.

A warm heat crept against Hazel’s cheeks as shyness rasped embarrassed claws against her skin. But there was something different. Another feeling lingered like a whispered secret. Safety. It has never been a thing to question when Axel was in the picture. As shy as she was, she could get herself to pull up. She couldn’t get herself to walk away.

Anticipation rested underneath her skin and she waited