“Look at me,” I command.
Her eyes snap to mine. They’re drowning in fucking need.
I position myself at her entrance. “Take me. Deep.”
I drive slowly, relentlessly, until I’m sheathed halfway. “So fucking tight.”
Her gasp almost makes me cum.
I sink deeper, watching her eyes dilate, and her teeth sink into her lower lip. “That’s it. Such a good girl. Taking every fucking inch.”
And then I’m buried to the hilt. Her heat clamps around me, tight as a vise.
I remain motionless. Letting her adjust, letting her feel the stretch, the fullness.
Sweat beads my brow as I struggle for control, which hangs by the barest of threads.
Then I move.
Violently.
Withdrawing almost to the tip. Driving back in with a snap of hips.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Relentless.
Possessive.
A pounding rhythm builds.
The room echoes with the obscene slap of flesh on flesh, her sobbing whimpers and breathless pleas, and my savage growls.
My thumb circles her clit in tight, punishing circles. Her cries escalate, becoming sharp and broken.
I shift, sliding a hand beneath her ass, lifting her hips for deeper penetration.
The new angle punches a scream from her throat.
“Gregory-- I can’t-- I’m gonna--”
“Cum.” The command cracks like a whip. “Now.”
Her body detonates. She shatters beneath me, her back arching off the blankets, her inner muscles savagely attempting to milk my cock in violent spasms. Her scream echoes raw in the rafters.
The sight of her falling apart unravels me and my control evaporates.
I drive into her, hard and fast and brutal, chasing my own release. Her name tears from my lips... a guttural fucking roar.
“SORREL!”
Heat explodes up my spine, flooding the condom in thick, pulsating waves.
Then finally I collapse over her, shuddering, and bury my face in her sweat-damp neck.
