Chapter 30 Sexiest Model Fantasy (2)

My fingers were buried deep, stroking fast and hard, but it wasn’t just me anymore—my mind ran wild, spinning him into the room with me. I could see him, towering over the couch, his dark skin glistening under the penthouse lights. In my head, he ripped those sweats off, his cock springing free—thick, veined, and heavy, the kind that’d make me ache for days. I imagined him grabbing my hips, flipping me over so my ass was up, my face pressed into the velvet cushions. “You want it harder?” he’d growl, voice low and rough, and I’d whimper a pathetic little “yes” as he slammed into me, no mercy, no pause. My pussy clenched around my fingers at the thought, slick and dripping as I pushed deeper, matching the rhythm of my fantasy. I pictured his hands—big, calloused—spreading me wide, one gripping my thigh while the other tangled in my hair, yanking my head back. His lips would find my neck, biting down, marking me, while he fucked me so deep I’d feel him in my soul. “Take it,” he’d rasp, and I’d moan his name, begging him to wreck me, to make me his.