Chapter 203

Fillip was painfully hard in his pants. The whole time he had spent with Ava, he had imagined her down on her knees, sucking him. Her pouty mouth taking in all of him. His face buried in her full breasts. He could have forced himself on her, fucked her, and then gotten it out of his system because she kept messing with his head. He could have shown her how fucking is done right because he doubted De'Clan ever showed her how things should be done. If he ever showed her the rougher side of things, it was because he seemed soft, like someone only interested in vanilla sex.