
The third and final part of the Borders of Worlds Saga is out now. Click here to get your copy of The Incubator.
Excerpt:
He came over me. His lips now wet with his efforts. His smile matched the wonder he had given me. “I will take you now.”
I growled. “It wasn’t a request, it’s a fucking order!”
“Patience.”
“I’ll give you—”
But I didn’t get to finish my words. Vernon’t cock pierced my warmth, and I shuddered like someone who had been electrocuted. I don’t know how, but I managed to grapple him, bring him closer, my nails scratching the skin on his back. In an instant I became overwhelmed. He pushed himself in deeper and all I could manage was a muffled “fuuuucking heeellll” before he pressed his warm lips onto mine.
My prostate burned with the sudden stimulation it received. I couldn’t gasp or call out into the heated night to let him know he had hit the spot I needed him to touch. Vernon’s tongue was too busy dancing with my own, our lips sealed. I didn’t care. My rim stretched, my hole filled, and my body soaked in both pleasure and pain.
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