I’m too worked up to care. My body is piled high with emotion—desire, passion, anger, frustration, the stubborn zeal to give as good as I’ve gotten. Any one of them will do in a pinch.
“Stop it,” he growls in a low voice dipped in desire.
I meet his eyes and curl my lips up in a teasing smirk. “Make me.”
“Blyat’,” he snarls as he practically rips his belt off. Within seconds, he’s naked, too, his body covering mine.
His skin feels like silk wrapped over a boulder. I shudder against him, welcoming the warmth. His erection is pressed against my thigh. I have just enough time to get my fingers out of my soaking slit before he grabs me by the hips and twists me around. He forces me onto all fours and then his c**k thrusts inside me, relentless and rough.
I cry out at the aggression of tha
