My hands roamed his back, nails dragging lightly, then down to grip his ass, urging him deeper even though he was already as deep as he could go. He groaned, hips stuttering for a second before he found the rhythm again… slow, deep, relentless.

“You’re dripping all over me,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “I can feel you soaking my balls, Sade.”

I whimpered, the words making me clench so hard he hissed.

He shifted slightly, hooking one of my knees over his elbow, opening me wider. ...