MARION

Demetria groaned beneath me, her nails digging into my shoulders like she was holding on for dear life. The sound of her voice, the way she trembled, only drove me harder. My mouth trailed down her neck, tasting her, biting, breathing her in.

Her pussy gripped me so tight I swore I’d lose my mind. Every thrust had me deeper, harder, claiming her in ways no other man ever would.

“Fuck…” I groaned against her ear, my voice rough, raw. “You feel so damn good. I wish I could bury ...