“f**k,” I growl. “Motherfucking fuck.”
“Does that feel good?” she purrs, doing it again, her flat stomach tensing and curling with the motion.
Later, this memory will hurt like hell. But right now, it’s f*****g heaven. I might as well make the most of it.
I grip Arya around the waist and thrust into her hard. Our bodies slap together, the sound echoing in the car, though it’s quickly drowned out by Arya’s cry.
“Right there, Dima,” she gasps. “God, give me more, I’m begging you.”
I do it again and again, driving into her until her mouth is hanging open, her eyes are squeezed shut, and her body is convulsing on top of me and around me.
I can feel the pulsing of her body. I’ve never enjoyed someone else’s pleasure so much in my life.
When she’s done, she collapses forward onto my chest
