Before I realized what I was doing, I was pushing back and meeting his hard strokes, silently begging for more. I spread my legs, needing a deeper angle. Kova's fingers wove through my hair, he twisted it around his fist and pulled hard, forcing me to stand on my knees. He pressed his mouth to my neck, his other hand pinching my nipple and holding me to him. My hips drove down on his, and I cried out at the new angle of him inside of me. I was so close to coming again, I wasn't above begging to do anything he'd ask if I could finish. "Do you like it?" he whispered in my ear, the heat of his
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