The moment her throbbing began to weaken, when her movements died and her noises quieted, I pulled my thumb off her c**t, and I lifted her into the air.
I carried her to the nearest wall.
My pumps were slow at first, allowing her to get used to me again.
“Oh God.” She tried to catch her breath. “That was—”
“I’m not done,” I roared.
The moment I felt like she was ready, the gentleness was gone.
So was the slowness.
I reared my hips back and stroked into that f*****g heat.
That sopping closeness that was holding me in.
I used my strength.
I used the feelings I had for this girl, the ones that had been building each day, and I gave her everything I had.
Her legs squeezed around me; her arms braced on my shoulders.
Her nails dug into my skin.
But the only thing I felt was her p***
