"You're so f*****g tight, baby. It's like your p***y was made for my cock."
My hands pressed harder against the wooden door. "James."
He gripped my hips even tighter as he picked up his pace. "Tell me if I'm hurting you."
Technically he was hurting me. But God, it was a good kind of hurt. The kind of hurt that had toppled into pleasure. It was my favorite feeling in the world. And I wanted more of it. "Harder."
His fingertips dug into my skin as he f****d me just the way I liked. His hipbones slammed into my ass. I wouldn't have been surprised if the repeated impact left a bruise.
"Baby, I need to feel you come around my cock." He let one hand wander off my hip as he tangled his fingers in my hair. "Now." He pulled on my hair, making me arch my back. Just the slightest change of angle
