The tenderness burns away. His hips snap harder and faster. My nails carve into his shoulders and rake down the muscle of his back. He hisses but doesn’t slow.
“Mark me,” he growls. “I want to feel it tomorrow.”
So I score him again, deeper this time. He drives into me so hard I slide across the floor. His hands clamp my hips, holding me in place as he pounds into me.
His thumb finds my c**t. The pressure of that is almost too much on top of everything else. I’m going to break apart.
“Come for me,” he demands as he reads the spasms crossing my face. “Let me feel it.”
The orgasm tears through me. I clench around him, fingernails breaking skin now, hot blood shining there.
But it’s not over yet. Growling again, he yanks me to my feet. I’m still stuttering as the orgasm makes my legs qu
