Hunter was beyond words, beyond coherent thought.
She was so wet, so ready for him—he ground his teeth together to try and regain some idea of control.
It didn't help that Jake was babbling nonsensical words, thrusting into Angela's mouth as she greedily sucked him in, letting out her own whimpers and moans.
Hunter gritted his teeth together as he maintained his steady advance, giving her time to adjust to him. It was hard to hold back, the urge to slam into her almost overwhelming.
It'd feel so good…
But he didn't want "good". He wanted great.
At last he was fully seated inside her, the wet heat enveloping him and threatening to send him over already. His grip on her waist intensified as she tried to shift against him, force him to move.
"Don't." Hunter groaned and placed his palm
