The moment Ethan flipped me onto my hands and knees, everything changed. The playful tension from when I was riding him evaporated, replaced by something rawer, angrier—like all the years of pretending we didn’t want this had finally boiled over into pure hate-fueled lust. His body covered mine completely, chest pressed to my back, one strong arm banding around my waist to hold me exactly where he wanted me. His c**k never left my p***y—not even for a second—staying buried deep as he adjusted us on the rug.
I could feel every inch of him throbbing inside me, stretching my walls, the head nudging right up against my cervix. My p***y clenched greedily around him, already addicted to how full he made me feel. I was dripping wet, my arousal coating his shaft and running down my inner thighs i
