Something in his expression shifted. Darkened.

He grabbed my legs. Pushed them up toward my chest. Changed the angle.

And then he was fucking me harder. Deeper. Hitting places I didn't know existed.

"Yes—oh god—yes—"

"This what you need?" he growled.

"Yes—more—please—"

He pounded into me. The bed was shaking. The headboard hitting the wall. I didn't care who heard.

"Touch yourself," he ordered. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

My hand went between us. Found my clit. Rubbed in desperate circles.

"That's it. Make yourself come. Show me how good it feels."

I was so close. Right on the edge.

"Cameron—I'm—"

"I know. I can feel...