Zara
My thighs quake harder with every one of Locke’s punishing thrusts, the thick drag of his c**k splitting me wide and hitting that spot deep inside that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
His breath is hot and ragged against my neck, his teeth scraping my pulse as he growls low praises to me – so f*****g tight, baby; so f*****g beautiful, Zara. The pressure coils tight in my belly, slick heat flooding around him, my p***y clenching and fluttering wildly, my cunt juices coating his shaft and dripping down my legs.
“c*m for me, Zara,” he rasps against my neck, teeth grazing skin, and the command shatters what little control I have left. “c*m hard, baby, and take me with you. Now.”
I cry out when my body helplessly obeys him, and the o****m crashes over me, body locking up as my cu
