Sage
I couldn’t hold back anymore.
The sight of her beneath me, moonlight painting her skin silver, lips parted, chest rising and falling with every desperate breath, was too much. My control snapped like a frayed rope.
I hooked my hands behind her knees and spread her legs wide, opening her completely to me. She gasped at the sudden stretch, eyes flying open, but I didn’t give her time to adjust.
I pulled back and thrust in hard—one deep, punishing stroke that buried me to the hilt.
The wet slap of skin on skin echoed loudly in the quiet room.
She cried out, back arching off the bed, fingers clawing at my shoulders.
I didn’t stop.
I set a brutal rhythm—hard, fast, relentless—pounding into her with everything I had. Each thrust drove deeper, the head of my c**k hitting that spot in
