Chapter13

#Chapter13

A Real Man

Skip

Arella is a fucking wet dream!

HER EAGERNESS made me harder, that I never imagined it was possible. Her smell, the scorching effect of her touch, and the softness of her curves were such a powerful aphrodisiac.

Her arms wrapped around my neck, and her legs snaked around my waist as I carried her blindly towards my bedroom. I was still busy worshiping her sweet, plump, and swollen lips. The hardness of my cock pressed against my jeans was torture. The blood rushing to my head dizzied me, but more blood rushing to my other head was beyond my control, and there was absolutely nothing could cool down the lust raging inside me.

/"Skip, put me down,/" she murmured against our mouths as soon as the door shut behind us.

I stiffened as she loosened and helped herself on her feet. With my brows furrowing together, I stared at her. Did she just change her mind?