His re-entry was a brutal, shocking shift from the emotional intensity of the previous climax.
There was no slow build, no warning, just an instant, blinding plunge from bliss into the core of his rage and lust.
NNNNGH!
The cry that tore from me was sharp and ragged, cut off instantly by the sheer, stretching thickness of him.
I was on my stomach, my ass c****d up high, a submissive, ready-made target. The first thrust, the one that fully re-claimed me, was driven by a need so desperate it felt violent.
But my body, already primed and dripping with the sweet, sticky aftermath of my previous orgasms, didn't fight. It simply took him, sucking him in with a heavy, profound wetness.
His thrusts weren't slow.
They were fast, hard, and utterly relentless.
I felt his hands grab my waist,
