Ryder

I started thrusting up into her hard and steadily, each stroke driving deep enough to make her gasp. The bench rocked beneath us. Wood groaned. The canopy lights swayed slightly overhead. Her pussy was so wet I could hear every slick slide — loud, obscene, echoing in the quiet yard. She rode me back, hips slamming down to meet every upward thrust, taking me deeper, grinding her clit against my pelvis at the end of each stroke.

“Feel that?” I growled against her neck. “My cock stretching you open. Filling you up. You’re so fucking tight, baby. So wet. Dripping down my balls.”

She moaned louder. Her hands clutched...