Darrell
She was close. I could feel it in the way her thighs trembled around my waist, the way her cunt fluttered and tightened with every slow, deep thrust. Her breath hitched against my lips, short and desperate. Her nails dug sharp crescents into my shoulders. I wanted to push her over the edge right then, watch her shatter beneath me, but I held back. I wanted more of her like this—open, needy, completely f*****g mine in the quiet storm of the rain outside.
I pulled out slowly. She gave a soft whine of protest. Her legs stayed locked around me for a second, heels pressing into my back like she didn’t want to let go. I kissed her once, deep and lingering, then slid my arms under her thighs and lifted her off the bed in one smooth motion. She gasped. Her arms flew around my neck. Her l
