I Found You

Willow Ryder still can't believe she met Codey Steele. This man dug under her skin and set up shop. Sometimes she needs that kicked out of her—straight through her slick little cunt until her legs forget how to work. That's when he pulls the curtain on their favorite game: he hides, she hunts, and whoever cracks first eats the consequences. He slips behind a door or sinks into shadow and the second his voice drifts back to her it's over. She's hunting him barefoot across cold floorboards, nipples already tight, slick pooling fast between her thighs. The moment she rounds the corner and sees him—cock already thick in his fist—the rules get ugly. No kissing unless he's balls-deep. No coming until he says it twice. She finds him every time. Still tastes like victory every time he flips her over and punishes her for winning.