Brave by Jennifer Armentrout
His chest was all wet and hard, and water still coursed down those taut abs. The band on his briefs hung indecently low and they left little to the imagination. Soaking wet, they clung to every long, hard inch…
Wait. Was he hard?
My eyes widened.
Yes. Yes, he was.
“My face is up here,” Ren mocked.
Then he was inside me, in the way I wanted, always wanted. At first it was a shock. Ren was not small and I couldn’t spread my legs with leggings down at my knees, and for some reason that made it all so much more… wow. The friction, the tightness was incredible.