Lena’s POV
I lower myself onto his c**k. facing him, my knees on either side of his hips on the wet leather. He slides into my p***y, and the stretch makes my breath catch even now, after everything.
I feel every inch filling me, my swollen walls gripping him, raw and oversensitive and still wanting more despite everything he's done to my body in the last two hours.
That's the part I can't explain to myself. I've c*m more times this afternoon than I have in six months with Cole. My body is wrecked. Sore. Trembling.
And I'm lowering myself onto his c**k again because the fullness of him inside me is an addiction that took root in the first five minutes and I have no interest in quitting.
His hands grip my waist. My hands grip the headrest behind him. I start riding him.
The leather
