ETHAN

“Ethan… fuck! Don’t stop.”

Ava’s hips slapped hard against mine as she moaned my name, her nails digging into the leather headboard of my bed.

Her voice was high-pitched, hungry. I gripped her ass tighter, thrusting into her with short, hard strokes, my mind flickering between the pleasure and the annoying buzzing in the back of my head. My balls slapped against her with every drive. She pushed back into me, panting, begging for more.

“Go deeper, deeper! Please, just like that!”

I grunted, grinding in harder, faster. Her back arched. Sweat beaded down my temple. Her moans turned to incoherent gasps, high and loud. I barely registered the...