“Deeper,” she pleads, sounding desperate. “Harder. More, Connor. More!”
“I don’t want to come yet, sweetheart,” I murmur. Sheathed deep inside her, my c**k throbs.
“He does.” She wriggles her hips.
I growl and then kiss her deeply, still not moving my pelvis.
She starts to rock underneath me, flexing her hips so my c**k slides in and out as she moves. I hiss in a breath at the feeling, my balls tightening, sweat breaking out on my chest.
Tabby digs her fingers into my ass and bites me on the neck.
I can’t help myself. I thrust into her, hard, a groan torn from my throat.
She makes an encouraging sound. Her bite gentles to a suck, her hands glide up my back. Her n*****s skim my chest, twin points of pebbled flesh that need my mouth, and so I give it to them.
Tabby moans, bucking. “Y
