Jericho
Hours blurred. Time lost meaning after that.
Maisie Adams was complaint when sated, however temporary it was.
She pushed me onto my back at one point, straddling me with surprising strength, her soft hands planted on my chest. "You are the most beautiful man I've ever seen," she declared, her fingers tracing the line running down my pectorials. Her eyes were wide and shiny like precious gems. "Perfect."
My hands bracketed her hips and she moaned when I thrusted upward. "You may reconsider calling me perfect one day, malyshka."
She ignored me completely, as she always did when the words didn't suit her. Instead, she leaned down and licked a stripe up my throat, then nipped my jaw. "I like you, Jericho."
She had no idea what those words did to me. How they twisted the knife of obsession deeper. I let her roll her thumbs on her tits and fuck me into the mattress. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen in my life.
