I didn’t think I could, but I did. I braced my hands on his chest and f****d him like I meant it—rolling my hips, grinding down, taking him as deep as I could. The wet sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, accompanied by my whimpers and his low groans, and the intensity of it all pushed me over the edge.
My first orgasm crashed through me without warning, and I cried out, clenching hard around his c**k as waves of pleasure ripped through my body, my nails digging into his tattooed shoulders.
But Kayde didn’t let me slow down.
He gripped my hips tighter and thrust up into me, forcing me to keep riding through the aftershocks.
“f**k,” he growled, his fingers digging into my hips. “You feel so good.” The second orgasm built faster and sharper. And I came again with a broken sob,
