Chapter 123

Shantelle’s POV

And oddly, perhaps, in all my expeditions, I’d never been the kind of girl who craved cock the way I was craving it, hungering for it right now. Up to now, my sexcapades had always been about the whole experience, every facet of it: the power, the pleasure, the freedom, the touching and grinding and fucking—all of it. But somehow, now, having this perfect erection available for my use at once made me appreciate it in a whole new, intense, and primal way. Tonight, with Seven, I felt starved—like no matter how much I had, I wanted more. I felt positively crazy for his dick.

Still fucking me, Seven’s hands closed over my upper thighs as his thrusts lengthened and grew more prolonged, and finally, he went still, tipping his head back in exhaustion. Then he pulled out, leaning back to rest.

I used my hand to extract Seven from myself to cast him an appreciative look, even as my cunt adjusted to no longer having something inside it.

“That was