"f**k"
Bane’s growl vibrated against my lips, low and filthy but I failed to say anything.
I was still gasping, still trying to find air around the thick stretch of him buried so deep I could feel every brutal inch pulsing inside. My walls fluttered helplessly around his c**k, tender and overworked, every tiny shift of his hips sending aftershocks ripping through me.
He didn’t move yet. He just stayed locked there, hips flush to mine, letting me feel the full, obscene weight of him. His forehead stayed pressed to mine, sweat-slick skin sliding together and his breath punching out in ragged bursts against my mouth.
Then slowly he rolled his hips.
One long thrust in and punishing drag out that made me feel every thick inch of him pulling out only to slam back in. Each stroke punched the
