I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, heels digging into his lower back. "Don't pull out," I whispered, voice shaky. "Keep f*****g me. Make it hurt so good."
He lifted his head from my neck, eyes dark and feral. A slow, wicked smile curved his lips. "You always did like it when I wrecked you."
He rolled his hips once, slow and deep, stirring his c*m inside me. The wet squelch was filthy. My walls fluttered weakly around him, trying to grip, but he was already hardening again, thickening inside my stretched cunt. He pulled back just enough to let me feel the drag, then slammed forward hard. One brutal thrust that made my whole body jolt.
I cried out, nails raking down his back hard enough to leave red lines. "Yes. Like that. Harder."
He grabbed my wrists, pinned them above my head
