Words could lie about a fall—brush it off as if it were nothing. But touch couldn’t hide the truth. Touch could feel the heat of a new bruise or the bump of a broken bone.
Trez didn’t jump. Didn’t start. But his eyes shifted over, and oh, God, those eyes … they were black pits of sadness.And that was when iAm knew that this was not bad, but BAD.
The male wasn’t terrified.Trez wasn’t immediately sure who his savior was. Didn’t recognize the hand that joined his own, even though it looked almost exactly like his. Didn’t track the new scent in the room. It wasn’t until he looked up that he saw …As if it would be anyone else.
The image of his brother got wavy. iAm, she’s…He couldn’t say the words. His thought processes literally flatlined sure as if he’d had a stroke or something.
Let’s hold the plate, iAm said. Together.
You should be behind the lead thing.A look of determination flashes through her eyes. Excitement vibrates through my body. By saying that, I knew I would piss her off, which in turn would set her off.
She rises up, almost bringing me out to the tip. Then, she slams back down on my cock.Fuck yeah, that’s it, baby. Ride me hard.
She fucks me with wild abandon. Her pussy squeezes my dick. Her magnificent tits bounce with every move she makes.God, she’s fucking incredible. I’ve never felt anything like her before.