Page 82 of Skin Deep

“You like it like this?”

There were no words. Just this. He pounded into me even harder and then stopped. It felt like my entire world did.

“More,” I said, panting for breath. “More.”

He tilted back some, taking me with him. He felt even bigger, even harder, and the pressure against my sweet spot was even more intense. He hadn’t even started to move. When he did, I cried out again. He hit something deep inside of me. Something that sent a sharp stab into to my stomach, but then it turned into the sweetest pleasure I’d ever felt.

He started to play with me again while fucking me from behind, and it seemed like the intensity burned through the surface and was setting me on fire deep inside. I came with no shame, my nails sinking into his thighs. Before my breath returned, he pushed me forward again, his hands gripping my hips, and started to pound into me again.

He turned into an animal driven by primal need. His thrusts were unforgiving, almost punishing, but they felt so fucking good. All I wanted to do was take them. Never stop taking him deeper inside. I was starting to rip apart again. The hot rush flowed through my veins and was flooding my system.

He came with a groan that made another orgasm tear through me.

It was beautifully ruthless, like his place in my life.

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