He groaned against my back, mouth brushing my shoulder. Then his hand slid beneath me, fingers finding my c**t again and rubbing with ruthless precision.
My body lit up. My breathing shattered. I was going to come again—too fast, too soon—and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I gave in, let it rip through me, every muscle tensing as I moaned his name, low and desperate.
He didn’t stop.
He kept f*****g me, driving into me harder, deeper, until I felt his rhythm falter, his grip tighten.
Then he came inside me, c**k pulsing deep, his weight pressing into me as he groaned against my skin.
I stayed bent beneath him, trembling, his hands still gripping my hips, my pulse thudding in my ears.
Neither of us moved for a long moment. Just the sound of breath, sweat cooling on skin, heat
