Sage

The pace stayed languid and deliberate, every rise and fall drawn out, every grind dragging a filthy sound from our joined bodies. Sweat and slick mixed between us, the air thick with the scent of sex and heat and rut.

I watched her, my eyes half-lidded, lips swollen, and body flushed and trembling, and knew I’d never get enough. Not tonight. Not ever.

She was riding me like she was trying to break me, and fuck if I wasn’t letting her.

Her slick pussy dragged up my cock in one long, torturous glide, stopping just before the head slipped free, then slamming back down until I was buried so...