Ryder

I growled low against her ear, “Come for me,” the words scorching her skin, but I didn’t let her break yet. I held her right on the edge, savoring every desperate clench of her pussy around my cock. Her inner walls gripped me like a fist, hot, slick, pulsing wildly, trying to pull me over with her. I pulled back slowly, torturously, letting her feel every thick inch drag out of her, then slammed back in with brutal force, bottoming out so hard her whole body jolted. I set a punishing rhythm — deep, controlled, relentless — each thrust angled to hit that swollen spot inside her that made...