Abigail
Jesus Holy Christ, Amen and yes please.
My thighs were still trembling and my pussy was still clenching through the aftershocks of the vibrator.
He loomed over me, that gorgeous chest heaving, his jaw tight and those sweatpants sitting indecently low on his hips.
They showed off the sexy V leading to the huge tent in his pants. The single functioning brain cell I had left said this was a terrible idea but my desperately empty cunt sent a counter proposal.
Show him where the freaking condoms are!
"The condoms are in the bottom drawer,"
He brushed his mouth over mine one last time before sliding off the bed and-holy shit! He turned and slid the sweatpants down along with his boxers.
Finnegan's body was a work of art. His back had to be Van Gogh's painting. His broad shoulders tapered into a narrow waist, muscle moving under golden skin as he bent toward the nightstand drawer, and that ass, that ass, hard and sculpted, making my hands curl with want.
