Chapter 61

• I reached back and covered his hardness with my hand. He pressed himself into my palm the moment he felt the contact. Feeling him so hard and so ready and so right there made me reach inside the elastic waistband.
• “Shitttt…soft, soft, soft, Darcy,” he whispered, pressing his lips against my bare shoulder.
• He felt so velvety hot in my hand. Thick and weeping at the tip, and I wanted him inside of me just like that. Just the way he felt in my hand.