Fawn's POV
I cried out into the pillow, my p***y stretching around him, the angle so deep I could feel him everywhere. He didn't give me time to adjust, just started thrusting into me hard and fast, his hands gripping my hips tight enough to bruise, pulling me back onto his c**k with each thrust.
"Look back at me," he demanded. "I want you to watch."
I turned my head, looking over my shoulder, and the sight nearly undid me. Blake's face was tight with concentration, with barely restrained violence, sweat beading on his forehead as he pounded into me.
"Oh god," I gasped, the sight pushing me toward another edge I didn't think I could reach.
"He's not here to help you." His voice was rough, possessive. "Can you feel that, how your p***y grips my c**k?"
I could only moan in response, my
