Chapter 11
- Nick’s point of view.
- I fucking loved the rough stuff, and she wasn’t even getting started. I hummed in appreciation and bucked my hips into her, and I knew I wasn’t dreaming; she was resisting.
- Her breathing became shallower, and I could tell she was trying hard not to show signs of being aroused. Then she leaned forward and used the spray nozzle to rinse my hair, the tips of her nipples brushing across my lips.