Amy's POV
We're doing it again.
I don't know how uncontrollable things are between us, but it's hard for me to also control myself when he wants me. Maybe this is not because he's holding me as a hostage, but because my body wants him to.
What started as just a kiss has now ended up being us making love in his study again. And I was looking directly outside, the doors were open and my face was clouded, but no one would dare pass by.
“Oh! Don’t stop! Yes, f**k! You’re so good!” I moaned repeatedly, as his huge c**k slid inside me in rage.
He wasn't going easy and he seems to go faster and harder every time I moaned. I couldn't stop myself from wanting more. I held on to him, my palms roaming through his body and his hair, his muscular hands holding me tight as he thrust in me more
