His hand slid up my thigh, gripping hard enough to leave fingerprints, as he pulled back only to slam home again, the slap of our bodies echoing in the vast suite. The city lights blurred outside the window, a hazy backdrop to the way he owned me... throat in his other hand, tilting my head back so he could watch my face contort with every plunge.
'Look at you, taking it like a champ. Bet Mark never rails you this good, does he? My boy's too soft for a firecracker like you.'
The degradation hit like a slap, but it only made me wetter, my walls clenching around him in response. 'No... he doesn't. f**k, you're so much better,' I admitted, voice breaking on a gasp as he hit that spot inside me, the one that made my vision white out.
I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, heels digging
