CHAPTER 69: BITTERSWEET BATTLES

MICHAEL

I was played by Natasha like a child's toy, and my goodness, she looked fucking hot while doing it.

I had mentioned that I wanted to tie her up in bed, not the other way around.

"Fuck..." I muttered under my breath as she began to take control.

Her back was to me, and I watched as she moved rhythmically on top of me, her movements similar to a frog leaping.

Her hair bounced with every move, much like the way her backside moved every time I reached her deepest point.

"Oh, Michael..." her moans were already weak, a clear sign of her exhaustion, and I could hear it, feel it.

Holding onto the headboard, I took over and continued to move within her, causing her to gasp and scream out in pleasure.

Damn, she's making the most beautiful sounds I'd ever heard as she reached her climax yet again.

She was pooling wet from the inside, and yet I hadn't reached my peak since we started.

Was this the game she wanted to play?

Fuck, I'm suffering like shit.

"Baby, untie me. I want to do this r