Page 36 of The Spark

She let out a sound I’d never forget—half cry, half curse, all hunger.

Her back bowed. Her fists balled in the sheets. Her walls clenched around me like theyknewme.

“Tight as fuck,” I groaned, my fingers bruising her hips as I pulled back and drove in again—harder.

She cried out, a sharp, ragged gasp, and then again when I did it again. And again.

Her body bounced against mine, her ass rippling from the impact, her back arching like she needed all of me,deeper.

“Fuck,” I gritted out, jaw tight, sweat sliding down my chest. “You’re taking this dick so damn good.”

She threw it back on me like sheownedit—like this was hers to ride and mine to ruin. The sounds coming from her mouth were pure filth, and I couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to.

The slap of skin. Her moans. Our breaths tangled with the beat of the headboard tapping the wall.

I leaned over her, one hand fisting in her hair, my mouth brushing her ear.

“Feel good?” I growled.

She whimpered, nodding, her hips jerking back into mine.

I spanked her. Once. Then again.

My palm stung from it, and she clenched around me, her moans turning desperate. She was soaked. Dripping. The slide of my dick inside her was pure wet heat.

“You like that shit?” I murmured. “You like when I fuck you like this?”

“Yes,” she gasped, panting. “Don’t stop, Amir. Please.”

Her voice cracked, high and wild, her face buried in the sheets as she pushed back, chasing the friction, chasing the high.

I gritted my teeth and changed the angle, deeper now, pounding into her with steady, punishing strokes that had her thighs shaking, her cries growing louder, more unhinged.

“Amaya,” I growled, pulling her up by her braids. Her back pressed to my chest now, her mouth open, drool slipping down her chin. “You gonna cum on this dick?”

She couldn’t speak. Just nodded, eyes rolling back as I fucked her harder, my hand now wrapped around her throat, my thumb under her jaw.

And when she came she screamed, her whole body locking up, pussy fluttering around me, squeezing me so tight I saw stars.

“Fuuuuck—” I groaned, driving into her until I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I slammed deep once. Twice. My body trembling as I emptied into her, my hands gripping her hips like I could keep her there forever.

I didn’t pull out right away.

Just stayed buried inside her, our bodies shaking, soaked in sweat and spit and everything we’d been holding back.

When I finally eased out, she collapsed forward, breathing hard, her body twitching with aftershocks. I watched her for a second—head turned to the side, cheeks flushed, mouth parted like she was still moaning my name in her head.

She was wrecked and so was I.

I pressed a kiss to her spine, right between her damp shoulder blades. “You okay?” My voice sounded reverent.

She nodded. “Mmm. More than.”

I stayed with her until her breathing slowed, until she drifted off, boneless and satisfied, wrapped in my arms.

But now, in the quiet morning light, I was alone.

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