She’s breathless, speechless, shaking her head, fingernails tearing at my arms as I pound into her. She squeezes around me, and the filthiest smile I’ve ever smiled splits my cheeks. “Already, honey? It’s not even been a minute.” Her eyes roll to the ceiling. “I . . . fucking . . . hate . . . you.” “Take it back, baby. You love this cock. You wanna come all over it.” Her body quivers, and she chokes out her weak comeback. “It’ll do.”
