“Look at that, my cock possessing you.” His tone hardened in potency. He pulled back then drove back in. The thrust was powerful and hard, and my back arched from the bed at the sublime intrusion. “Otto.” “That’s right, Raven. That’s exactly what I want to hear. My name on that sweet little tongue. Going to have you chanting it forever.” A gasp ripped out of me as he drew back out then drove back in deep. He began to move in firm, measured strokes. Each one of them sent flames licking up my spine and lapping at my insides. A beautiful burn that gathered strength with each rock of his hips.
