He growled and slammed into me, skin slapping skin, wet and filthy. Sweat slicked our bodies. The smell of sex—musky, salty, primal—filled the air. He leaned down and bit my neck, sucking a mark there while his cock wrecked me.

I came again, screaming his name (I didn’t even know it yet), my pussy spasming violently around his thick shaft. He didn’t slow down. If anything, he fucked me through it even rougher, chasing my pleasure like it belonged to him.

He pulled out suddenly, flipping me onto my stomach and yanking my hips up so my ass was in the air. He slapped my ass hard—once, twice—leaving burning handprints....