I thought he was done but instead, he just grabbed me by the throat and flipped me like I weighed nothing. Face smashed into the concrete slab, ass in the air, knees burning against the floor.
“Wai—f**k—”
He shoved back in before I could breathe. No prep. No warning. Just that same thick c**k ramming back into me like he owned it. Owned me.
I shouted, voice cracking, nails dragging across the stone like I was trying to hold on to something. Anything. But there was no grip here. No control. Just the sound of his hips slamming against my ass, rough and fast and hungry.
“F-f**k, slow—”
His hand clamped down on my neck, forcing my cheek to the slab.
“Quiet.”
The word rumbled through me like a threat. Like a promise.
And I f*****g moaned.
He growled low, deep, animal. Then he spat—righ
