But even though my thrusts had slowed, they didn’t stop. And her pupils are still blown, her nails still digging into any part of me she can reach, so after a second, I up my pace again. She sucks in a breath. “Oh God… I don’t think I can take any more.” “Yes, you can,” I growl, reaching back with one hand so I can hook under her knee and hike it up over my arm. But she bends so easily that I lift it even further and hook her leg over my shoulder. "So fucking flexible," I groan. “You’re so d-deep,” she stammers, her eyes widening when she realizes that yes, she can take more.
