CHAPTER 6

“Feels—so—good—” I pant, bouncing harder, my thighs burning but refusing to stop.

“You’re going to come again,” he says like it’s a command.

“I—can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” His hand slides from my throat to the back of my neck, pulling me down into another filthy, spit-slick kiss. “Do it for me.”

The words hit me almost as hard as his thrusts. I break with a loud, broken cry, spraying again, my body shuddering, my legs trembling so badly I almost collapse.

I’m still trembling, my body a mess, sweat dripping down my spine, my own release sticky between us. My lungs burn, my legs barely want to hold...