Sora
I bite my lip hard, trying to hold back the moan that wants to escape, but it’s useless. Every thrust pushes a broken sound out of me. He fills me so perfectly it’s almost too much — thick, hot, and relentless. The mirror shows how flushed my face is, my t**s hanging out my shirt, his hand possessively cupping my breast while the other grips my hip.
“Kade…” I gasp, bracing harder against the sink as he picks up speed. The wet slap of skin on skin echoes off the bathroom tiles. “Someone might hear—”
“I’d love that,” he growls, snapping his hips harder. He angles just right and hits that spot inside me that makes my toes curl. “Let them hear how good I f**k you. How loud you get for me.”
My head falls back against his shoulder. I can’t stop the needy little whimpers and moans spill
