Chapter 33
When he splayed his arms, stood naked and vulnerable before her, Nat ran and jumped against him. She ringed her arms around his neck, her legs around his sticky waist. She felt him harden immediately, flinched when his solid c**k pressed into her navel.
With an eerie chortle, Chris quickly slammed her up against the door. He worked in a fury now, his hands, arms, legs -- hell even his d**k!--tensed and flared with both anger and lust. He thrust inside her, pumped her good, until she bounced against the wood surface—a rag doll in the midst of a tempest.
"You like it now, Natalie?" he hissed in her ear. "You like it hard, even nasty? You like the way my d**k stabs your cunt while I knock you senseless?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" She wanted it, needed his brutality. "I love it!
