hand reaching between us to grip his cock and guide him into me. I can’t wait. I need him to fill me. “God, June,” he moans, his teeth nipping my jaw as he slips an inch inside. Then with one hand in my hair and the other dragging downward to clutch my hip, he slams into me all the way. I cry out, biting my lip. He starts thrusting. Hard, fast, punishing. He fucks me like he’s trying to wash away everything sweet and good between us, until we slip into the darkness where our sins are overlooked.
