PERFECT ADDICTION
Gianawhen his perfect mask shattered, i awokeperfect addiction claudia tanafter one night with the alphaperfect stranger
He snarled, face close to mine, breath hot against my mouth.
“Yes—” The word tore out of me, raw and desperate. “By you. I’m your hole. Use me. Fuck me harder—please—I need it—”
He did.
The pace turned brutal. Skin slapped against skin so hard it stung. His cock dragged over that sensitive spot on every withdrawal and slammed back in with enough force to make my toes curl. Words spilled out of me half-curses, half-pleas—begging him not to stop, telling him how full I felt, how good the stretch was, how much I wanted him to break me open.