Chapter 83 Davon
- DAVON
- Samantha’s trembling, her hands gripping the bedsheet so tightly her knuckles are white. Her breath comes in uneven gasps. “Please, let me come,” she begs, her voice breaking as her body tightens around my fingers.
- “Not yet,” I whisper against her ear, my voice low and firm. I keep moving inside her, slow and steady, teasing her until she’s on the edge again and again. One minute. Then two. Then five.