Chapter 60

• "Fuck, Roxy, you look stunning bent over the sofa, waiting for my cock to fill your sweet little pussy," he exclaimed. Roxy bit her lip, feeling more moisture trickle down her legs. How could simple dialogue evoke such intense reactions?
• His hand rested on the curve of her ass, his thumb playing with her wetness as he stroked his sizable cock, preparing to enter her. She moaned eagerly, hungering to feel him spread her apart. "What do you want, Roxy?"
• Oh fuck, he was going to make her say it. This man loved to hear her beg. "I want you, Andrew," she uttered in longing, yearning for his touch. "You want me how?" His voice was low, husky. The tip of his dick teased her entrance, causing her to whimper. "Please, Andrew, I want you inside of me, stretching me, making me scream your name as you bring me to ecstasy," she confessed, desperate to end her torment.