CHRISTIAN
“Oh God,,” The sound of rushing water nearly drowned out Penelope's moan. “Oh God, oh f**k, Chris!”
She let out a strangled cry when I slammed into her, the sound of my name reducing my restraints to tatters. Her wet hair was wrapped around my fist, and her hands splayed against the tile as I f****d her mercilessly against the wall. Broken sobs poured out with each brutal thrust.
Sometimes, she liked it sweet and slow; other times she liked it fast and rough. There was a certain headiness to knowing which she wanted, and my inkling that she craved the second type was echoed in the way that her p***y gripped my c**k.
Heat reached down my spine and drummed in my pulse. I wanted to tell her how good she was, how I wanted to bury myself inside her until I was tattooed across ever
