CHAPTER NINETEEN
“Uh!” Holly dug her fists into the silver and blue sheets of Seven’s king-size bed that night, squealing over the ruckus of the singing bedsprings. “Oh.”
“Yeah.” Seven thrust inside her sore hole from behind, tugging at her hair. “Yeah, bitch.” Spit fell from his mouth onto her naked, sweaty back. “This is what you wanted?” He yanked her head, snatching her neck back. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” she shouted, tongue quivering from the pain of his huge d**k.
“You regret it?” He pumped, the sound of her ass cheeks slapping against his rock hard groin filled the air. “Can you take it? You sure you know what you’re getting into?”
“God, yes.” Her p***y throbbed and burned in a way it hadn’t since losing her virginity. “Don’t stop.”
“You’re getting f****d tonight.” He rammed deeper
