He angled his hips and—fuck—hit that spot.
I saw stars.
My back bowed, an uncontrollable moan ripping from my throat.
"Ohhh fuck—right there—"
"There?" he smirked darkly, pinning my wrists above my head and pounding into me with measured cruelty. "You mean here?"
Another sharp thrust—precise, punishing.
"Or here?" he snarled, watching my face crumble as he ruined me.
I was babbling now—his name, God's, maybe even some curses I didn't remember learning—and he just kept going, whispering the filthiest praises in my ear.
"How do you get wetter every time I fuck you?"
"And you were touching yourself to me, weren't you? Humping my pillow while I was gone?"
His voice dropped, deadly soft. "Now you're gonna cum with me inside. Again. Show me how much you need it."
I was seconds away.
His hand slid between us, fingers finding my clit and rubbing—fast and ruthless—just as he slammed into me deeper, harder, the veins of his cock dragging against every nerve inside me.
