Page 14 of Virgin Pass

“I want it a lot rough.” My little, lucky angel moans and the time for questioning this is over. I pull her tighter into my arms and swing her around, trapping her against the wall. The impact causes another picture to crash down. I get rid of her clothes and lift her, pinning her with my hips before taking a ripe, peaked nipple into my mouth.

Pushing off the wall with her legs, she sends us sprawling. I catch my footing, but not in time to stop us from slamming into the dining table, knocking it backward. We both slide down, yet don’t break contact. I lose my clothes in the struggle and position between Lori’s thighs as I hold her to the floor with the weight of my body.

I can’t hold back and push inside her, throwing my head back and gritting my teeth as her pussy grips me, pulling me in deeper, and holding me so tight I swear to god I’m never going to want to leave this fucking heated paradise.

“More. Oh, Austin. More!” She’s like a wild beast as she grazes her nails along my back and begs for my flesh to fill her. I abide and drive into her hard, pumping fast and deep, giving her everything I am as promised. There’s no way I can ever be enough for this sweet angel, but I’m definitely up for the challenge.

Her pussy pulses around my cock, milking me, cheering me on to keep going, to fuck her harder, faster until she’s crying my name, clawing at my back, and I growl in response. I pound into her tight little hole and she spreads her legs, urging me to give her more. My balls tighten as I bury my hard flesh deep and explode in time with her own release, our climax conjoined, one full-bodied orgasm that sends us both bucking wildly, bouncing across the hardwood.

We hit the leg of a chair and knock it over, the sound of it hitting the floor causing us to jump. We both laugh at how that jolts where we’re joined. I rest my forehead to hers and breathe in her breath, loving every single fucking thing about this woman.

And as I lift her in my arms and carry her into my bedroom to love her properly—in a way that won’t look like a fucknado just blew through the room—she watches me with half-hooded eyes. She doesn’t speak and doesn’t have to. I know my girl, my lucky angel. She wants more.

Who am I to deny the woman I love?

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