JOANNE

That single plea was all Martin needed to hear.

Without another second of hesitation, he thrust forward in one hard, deep motion, driving his entire length straight into my wet core until he was buried to the hilt.

A sharp, piercing cry tore from my throat. My fingers scrabbled frantically against the smooth stone wall, looking for anything to hold onto. I found none. Deep inside, my walls clenched around his shaft, hot and slick with all the pent-up arousal that had been building inside me for minutes.

All the waiting, all the burning for something that only a real, dominant man like him could give me had finally...