Aveline couldn't bear the weight of her own vulnerability any longer. The raw honesty she had just confessed felt like a wound left open to the air.
Desperate to escape the intensity of his gaze and the crushing weight of her own guilt, she shifted again. With a wet, squelching sound, she maneuvered herself back into a reverse cowgirl position, turning her back to him once more so she could focus entirely on the sensation of him filling her.
But even in that position, she couldn't help herself. She twisted her upper body, glancing over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of him.
Mike lay beneath her, looking utterly unbothered by the emotional storm she had just unleashed. His face was a mask of predatory calm, smug, dominant, and completely unshaken.
He didn't look like a college student; he looked like a king surveying his territory, his eyes sharp and unblinking.
"Mike..." she whimpered, her voice small and broken. "D-does... does my pussy feel good like this?"
