Chapter 87

• “What’s wrong, kitten?” he asks.
• “Nothing. I must look like an idiot,” I laugh. “I love you, too.”
• He lifts me off my feet and carries me upstairs to his bedroom. He removes our soiled clothes and lays me down on the bed. He caresses me with his dirty hands leaving marks on my skin and I reach for his cock and stroke it as he kisses my face, my neck, and my breasts. He enters me and I wrap my arms and legs around him feeling each thrust into my core. I look at him tracing the shape of his face, his soft, red lips, square jaw, and big emerald-colored eyes.