In a flash of motion, I was underneath him again, legs spread far enough to ache. I couldn’t protest, couldn’t tell him I wasn’t able to come like this. His lips gave me no quarter, bruising and brash. And his hand slipped between us to guide his c**k to the threshold of my body.
With a forceful flex of his hips, he thrust into me, the kiss breaking with my gasp. But only for a second. His hand slid to my neck as he pulled out, grasping my jaw with splayed fingers. He kissed me again as he slammed into me hard enough to jostle my breasts.
I was pinned beneath him, held in place by his rocking hips, his hand on my jaw, his lips against mine, unable to move and unable to care. With every thrust, his body rolled, slow and deliberate, pressing and releasing my aching c**t with every motion.
