Hailey
Damien wasn't stopping. Not that I wanted him to. But—f**k—he was a beast. Feasting on me like he'd been starved for days. Maybe years.
By now, my skin was covered in his marks, my p***y ached with every orgasm, and my heartbeat pounded wildly against my ribs. My breath came in short, desperate gasps. I'd lost track of how many times he'd changed positions, how many ways he'd taken me. But now, we were back in missionary, my fingers gripping the headboard, my body bouncing with each punishing thrust.
He drove into me hard, relentless. Hitting places I never imagined could go this deep.
Like he'd promised—he was going to take me as far as my p***y would let him. And his c**k with diving deep into my with each powerful thrust.
And f**k, some of these thrusts—I could feel them in
