~Ava
I leaned up just enough to grab the back of his neck, pulled him down until our foreheads touched, and whispered against his lips:
“Like a madman.”
The word snapped something in him.
His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back hard, mouth crashing into mine in a bruising, desperate kiss. Then he flipped me onto my stomach in one brutal move, dragged my hips up, and slammed into me so deep my vision whited out.
No warm up.
No mercy.
He f****d me like the world was ending, hips pistoning, skin slapping skin, one hand pinning my wrists above my head, the other cracking down on my ass in sharp, perfect slaps that made me scream into the pillow.
Every thrust drove me up the bed, headboard slamming the wall, sheets twisting under my knees.
He pulled out suddenly, flipped me
