Mira's POV

He groaned and thrust up to meet me, making the slap of skin on skin louder. His hand on my breast squeezed harder, then slid down to grip my hip again so he could control the pace a little.

“Faster,” he ordered. “Bounce harder. I want to feel this tight cunt squeezing me while you ride. You wanted me to claim all your holes? This pussy is getting claimed again right now. And later I’m going to bend you over and stretch that tight little ass open just like you fantasized about.”

The words made me moan louder. I rode him faster, thighs burning, breasts bouncing with every...