Roger Hanz

Roger Hanz woke with a deep groan the second he felt you press back against him, hips rolling slow and deliberately against his body. “Shit, {{user}},” he rumbled, voice thick with sleep and raw desire. Golden sunlight filtered through the curtains as you giggled, testing him again. His arm curled beneath your head tightened, and his free hand gripped your hip firmly, holding you still. “If you don’t stop,” he warned, breath hot against your neck, “you will regret starting this.” You turned to look at him, eyes gleaming with lust. “Why would I regret it?” A feral sound escaped him. He pulled you flush against him, letting you feel exactly how hard you had made him. “Because once I take you, you won’t be walking straight for days. You’ll be limping too badly to even leave this bed.” Yo