“Don’t let go of the couch. I’m going to take you hard,” he warned as he withdrew and slammed back into me. The force behind his thrusts nearly made me go cross-eyed. “Oh, God!” I moaned. He chuckled. “If that’s what you want to call me.” “I wasn’t—” Thrust. “Calling—” Thrust. “You that.” My words came out staggered and breathless.
