| Made For Him

𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀

If he weren't so damn hot, and the best lay I'd ever had, his arrogance would have been extremely unattractive. But, unfortunately, he was both those things, which was why I was currently clenching my thighs again…while still feeling the traces of my recent, mind-shattering orgasm between my legs. 

    "Don't call me princess." 

    He grinned. "Oh, that's right. You have a thing for people thinking you're a princess." 

    I crossed my arms defensively. "A thing? What are you, twelve?" 

    "Did I feel twelve when I pushed my cock inside you when you told me I was big?" He slanted his head, his inky black hair a complete mess, yet damn perfect.