He kept his grip on her even though she was growing slippery from sweat, and kept pounding away, intent on driving into her as deeply and as powerfully as he could with each thrust, but not letting himself go, no, not quite yet. He had something special in mind for Red. In the meantime, with all her moaning and whimpering and moving her body in time with his, she seemed to have no real complaints. He was sure that if she had, gagged or not, bound or not, she’d find a way to let him know.
Finally, he withdrew from her completely, took a long, deep breath, and gripped her by her hair again. Maybe he should say something, whisper into her ear, but he was past words now. He made her spread her legs a little more by moving his knees further apart, and used his hand to guide himself, helped onl
