"Goddess, you’re so f*****g tight," he groaned, his forehead pressed to hers as they both struggled to adjust, "feels so good wrapped around my c**k, squeezing me like you don't want to let go."
Laura couldn't form words, could only dig her nails into his back and hold on as he started to move, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, setting a pace that was rough and demanding and exactly what she needed.
"Harder," she demanded, refusing to just take it, meeting him thrust for thrust and rolling her hips to change the angle, "f**k me harder, Dante."
He snarled something that might have been her name and gripped her hip with bruising force, pounding into her with enough force that the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the cave, and Laura loved it, loved t
