Valerie taunted, her voice dripping with wicked confidence as she rolled her hips deeper onto Demian's aching length. Her words were a sultry challenge, deliberate, cruel, and intoxicating, her breath hot against his ear.
"No one will ever make you tremble, make you beg, make you come undone the way I do. Remember that every time you feel desperate for release only I can ruin you like this."
Valerie's nails raked down Demian's sweat-slick back, her gaze locking onto his, taunting him with every slow, grinding motion.
"You're already addicted, aren't you?" she whispered, biting his lip hard. "You'll never get enough of me."
Valerie's movements grew even wilder atop Demian's lap, driving him to the edge of self-control. His lips curled into a wicked, satisfied grin with every intoxicating grind of her hips, his pleasure written blatantly on his face.
