"Please, slower," My plea came out soft and fragile.
I felt the rhythm of someone's body above mine pumping in and out of me, their hot breath on my neck and one hand securely pinning my wrists above me while the other held me tightly around my waist.
My hips rolled and rocked to his speed, and I yelled out in pleasure each time his d**k rubbed something deep inside me.
"Cora," he says, my name along the side of my neck, which washes over me like a flame dancing along my skin.
"Can you feel me right here?" He lets go of my hands to rest his palm against my lower abdomen.
I nodded in response, feeling the pressure of him pressing up against me from within.
His d**k pulsing steadily inside me.
"I-I c-cant br-breathe." I managed to say between pants.
He lifted my head, enveloping
