DON’T STOP
“Use me. Fill me up. Make me yours one last time.”
I flipped the fantasy. I bent her over the pillows, ass up, face buried in the sheets, and slammed back in. The memory of her ass taking me earlier was so vivid I could almost feel the tight heat again, the way she’d whimpered and pushed back for more, begging for it rougher.
My hand sped up, stroking faster, twisting at the head, thumb swiping over the slit. I inhaled her scent again, deeper this time, and groaned low, my hips jerking up into my fist.