Now you make yourself come, bitch. And I’ll know if you’re faking. You make that cunt clench around my cock or I swear to God I’ll make you regret it

Fuckin’ my man in my bed,” he said over Gabriel’s shoulder. “You got some goddamn nerve, girl.

Okay. We’ve got about twenty minutes before I get mean again.’ She laughed, relieved the night was still young, ‘What are you, some kind of sex-werewolf?

Let’s quit our jobs and fuck all day.