He dragged me down until I was riding the ridge of his d**k, and I cried out at the desperate need it ignited. He was hot and hard and every single thing I needed.
I flung my shirt off, not caring where it landed. He lifted his hips, shucking off his own thin black pants as I hastily leaned forward, letting him drag mine down right after them. There was no hesitation, no sweet nothings whispered, only hot need as he steered me back on top of him.
“Are you ready?” Dirge’s question was guttural, and I answered him with all the pent-up wildness inside me by slamming myself down, taking him to the hilt in one motion.
The burn and stretch of him had me howling, head tossed back as he began to move. His knees were up, supporting my back, so his hands were free to wander. He cupped my breasts
