I was lost in the friction, the scent of our combined sweat and s*x, and the raw power of his movements. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking him in, pulling him even deeper. I wanted to feel him in my lungs, in my throat, in every fiber of my being.
Then, he lowered my legs and knelt in front of me, his eyes never leaving mine. I didn't let him pull away; I moved with him, climbing onto his lap, straddling him because the depth wasn't enough. I needed to be the one to control the descent. I lowered myself slowly, feeling the massive head of his c**k stretch me open before I slammed down onto him, burying him so deep inside me that I felt claimed all over again.
“f**k, you’re wet, Sienna,” he growled against my throat, his teeth grazing my skin, nearly breaking it. “So f*****g wet
