Malcolm eased from the velvety clasp that clutched greedily at his d**k, causing them both to emit a low moan after his remaining at maximum depth with no movement for a prolonged period of time.
She felt swollen and tight around him, his c**k hypersensitive as her inner walls clamped down and squeezed as though protesting his retreat.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked roughly.
“No. Yes. God, I don’t know. Oh s**t. Just don’t stop.”
Her voice was tight and hoarse and her hands flew to his shoulders, her nails digging deep, marking him as he’d marked her in the past. The visual of her brand on his skin catapulted him into a frenzied pace.
He began pumping into her, his strokes frantic, and yet she still urged him on. She arched, meeting every thrust. Her face was a wreath of agony and ecsta
