"On the bed, pet," Jett drawled, thumb hooking his waistband as he stepped back to watch; "crawl up to the pillows and arch for me."
"Yes, Master." Eleonora dipped her head, silver hair spilling like a curtain before she crawled onto the mattress, knees sinking into petals while the curve of her backside swayed with every movement.
Gooseflesh rippled over her skin; pearl drops of slick glistened at the seam of her lace, leaving a faint trail on her inner thighs as she obeyed.
Jett's gaze burned. "Hands above your head, knees wider—show me everything."
Eleonora stretched out, wrists crossing above the pillows, thighs parting until the candlelight kissed the wet blush of her folds.
Jett climbed onto the bed, knelt between her legs, and pressed the thick head of his cock against the soft seam, wrenching a ragged gasp from them both.
He's so big—he'll split me in two, and I want him to, she thought, molten anticipation fluttering through her belly.
