Dare You
Kenzie slips the first note under his pillow, neat little words that cut. You won’t last. He finds the next one taped to the bathroom mirror. Prove it. By the third—tucked in his jacket pocket—he’s already hard and angry. The blonde wants proof, so she gets it. Hands bound behind her back, knees spread on the mattress, she waits. He steps in, grabs a fistful of hair, and shoves his cock between her lips before she can smirk. She takes every inch, throat working, eyes wet, breath caught each time he holds her down. When he yanks her upright and bends her over the edge of the bed, the game changes. One hand locks around her throat, the other grips her hip, and he drives in hard from behind, pounding until her moans break into gasps. Every thrust answers another dare. She asked for it, and he gives it without mercy.
Dare You
Kenzie slips the first note under his pillow, neat little words that cut. You won’t last. He finds the next one taped to the bathroom mirror. Prove it. By the third—tucked in his jacket pocket—he’s already hard and angry. The blonde wants proof, so she gets it. Hands bound behind her back, knees spread on the mattress, she waits. He steps in, grabs a fistful of hair, and shoves his cock between her lips before she can smirk. She takes every inch, throat working, eyes wet, breath caught each time he holds her down. When he yanks her upright and bends her over the edge of the bed, the game changes. One hand locks around her throat, the other grips her hip, and he drives in hard from behind, pounding until her moans break into gasps. Every thrust answers another dare. She asked for it, and he gives it without mercy.