Urgent pressure filled her c**t again as he continued to penetrate deep with every long, hard stroke. Soon she was gasping, constricting around him, nearly bursting with feverish need. He took her hips in his hands and pushed her down onto his c**k as he thrust up.
Hard.
Directly at the mouth of her cervix.
His hips ground against hers, and the gathering storm inside her grew beyond her ability to absorb it.
Before she could release, he withdrew, flipped her to her hands and knees, then rammed home again, barely missing a beat. He smacked her ass, leaving behind a hot sting that had her gasping. Then Theo draped his damp chest over her and wrapped one arm around her body. He began to torment her c**t.
“No one could do this for you, only me. I won’t give them a chance to touch you,” he
