Ross was still hard—just as thick, just as deep—and now impossibly more sensitive.
She could feel every pulse, every vein, every inch rubbing against her slick, overstimulated walls.
Her body trembled beneath him, nerves raw, but pleasure began to build again, slow and irresistible like a tide pulling her back under.
Time blurred.
She didn't know how many times he took her after that.
All she knew was that hours passed in a haze of desire.
He flipped her onto her side and slid in from behind, wrapping an arm tightly around her as he fucked her slow and deep, whispering filthy praise into her ear.
He straddled her atop the ruined bed and made her ride him, holding her steady by the hips as she bounced on his cock with desperate little cries, her thighs burning and trembling with each motion.
