Page 101 of The Stud

Needy scratching finds its way underneath my shirt barrier to sink into my skin during an airy whimpering of my name, “Tanner.”

Stopping my balls from clapping in approval is impossible.

Not groaning over the way her wetness is drenching my nuts is improbable.

And not yanking her into me so that I hit the hilt every time she grinds herself harder is implausible.

Additional shivers tear through us both as I buck a little sharper.

Faster.

Increase the speed yet maintain the intensity.

“That’s it,babe,” I purr while gently yanking her hair. “Keep going.” More tugs are delivered to the same pace of my thrusting. “Show me you’re mine.”

Louder, headier moans reverberate around the vehicle before she begins rocking faster.

Biting my throat.

Swaying wilder.

Nipping my neck.

Letting her knees knock into the door…our drinks…the seatbelt…in her pursuit for more.

More caress for her clit.

Nipples.

Deeper dives.

Barbaric bucking.

She continuously throws herself into my pitiless pumps, nails imploring me not to stop with each scrape, to go even faster with every bite, to break her and keep breaking her and only stop breaking her when she’s a sweating, shaking mess that can’t even remember how to say anything other than my name.

Feral snarls seeping loose barely precede me fucking faster.

Breathing harder.

Bouncing her ass forward to ensure she matches me stroke for stroke.

That her thrumming muscles ceaselessly clamp down on my cock.

Call for it to just let go.

Command for it to come.

Plead for it to fill her sopping wet pussy to the brim.

To the point it spills over onto my jeans.

Goddamn, I want that shit too.

“Make a mess for me, Slayer,” mindlessly seeps through my gritted teeth, adding more steam to the thick humid filled air. “Come all over me.”

“Fuckkkkkk,” she choppily huffs against the skin her teeth have branded her presence into. “I’m…I’m…”

My girlfriend abruptly squeaks.

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