Trishal’s POV
His hands went down between my legs, prepping me up for his invasion but I had other plans.
I pulled myself up on my hand, bringing his face towards mine, as I kissed his shoulders as a distraction, my hands trailing down to massage his girth below.
He moaned slightly and I knew it was time so I pushed him gently off me till he was lying flat, grinning at him the whole time as I brought myself down slowly, inserting his hard shaft into me.
“f**k Trish!" He groaned out loud, his hands tightening on my waist as he took over the ride, going fast at interval and then slower, switching the momentum on purpose to keep me from cumming.
“Loren!" I yelled out from frustration and desire, gazing down at the wicked smile from his pleasure filled face.
He suddenly flipped me over,
