Diana

Jace’s cock sinks all the way in with one smooth thrust and the stretch punches a broken moan out of me.

“Ahhhh—fuck—”

He does not give me time to adjust. His hands lock on my hips and he starts fucking me hard from the first stroke, the wet slap of his body against mine filling the room.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Every thrust drives me forward on the mattress. My arms tremble. I drop to my elbows and the new angle lets him go even deeper. He growls behind me and lands an open palm on my right ass cheek.

Twack.

The sting blooms hot. He does it again on...