Chapter 89

Warning: some paragraphs contain anal intercourse.

“Because I’ll hurt you. Real bad,” Zavian replied, his tone exasperated yet filled with intensity. However, it would be a miracle if the woman beneath him heard any of that, lost as she was in the overwhelming sensations and the magnetic pull of his presence.

Emmeline flexed her fist on the table tightly and squeezed her eyelids shut so hard she saw stars burst behind them.

The coil of mounting pleasure in her core was winding tighter and tighter, about to reach the breaking point.

“I’m about to reach my orgasm, don’t stop stroking me, Zavian!” she cried out in a broken, breathless whimper and a voice cracking with desperation.

Zavian obliged, stretching his whole large hand over her drenched, throbbing femininity.

He moved his palm rapidly left and right at full speed, the heel of his hand providing delicious friction against her swollen nub. At the same time, his thick middle finger remai