[ One of his favorite positions too -- but largely for the anonymity, the ease of access, the control. Everything hidden, all of it out of sight and out of mind, but ready to service his lust. ]
[ Except the moment he sinks into her, balls-deep, breathing in short, shocky gasps, all the thoughts gathering quietly under the surface of his mind white out -- a perfect, blown-apart blankness. She feels so fucking good. Everything he's never allowed himself to imagine. Searingly hot, impossibly tight -- she has to have one of the most divine little cunts he's been in. ]
[ Her scream is a live-wire jolt thundering up his spine. She surges back against him, shameless and pliant, gorgeously lust-crippled, her skin yielding a sheen of sweat everywhere. With brutal hands, Hei grips her hips, hitching himself in deeper. Almost lazily traces and kneads the curves of her body -- ass, thighs, spine, ribs, breasts, with a map of ownership. His prick feels enormous, throbbing, filthy with lust, and the way he rides into her is relentless, hard slapping thrusts that rattle the table in a never-faltering rhythm. One hand seizes the spill of her hair, winding it tight in his fist, gripping it like reins, cowboy style, the fingers of the other hand sharp as spurs in her hips. ]
[ Her whole body seems to gulp at his, a liquid peristalsis. So fucking hot -- and he knows he isn't going to last long. But it is a ghost of a thought; he doesn't give a shit. Doesn't care if she comes or not either. If it happens: hoo fucking ray. If not: her nut, her business. ]
[ All he's interested in is the thrill of the ride. In the wicked flash of supremacy as she's forced to take him inside, that sweet yielding clench of inner-muscle. At setting a ruthless pace to make those snapping blue eyes of hers glaze over and her body go boneless and aching and helpless as a kitten being carried by the scruff. ]
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[ Except the moment he sinks into her, balls-deep, breathing in short, shocky gasps, all the thoughts gathering quietly under the surface of his mind white out -- a perfect, blown-apart blankness. She feels so fucking good. Everything he's never allowed himself to imagine. Searingly hot, impossibly tight -- she has to have one of the most divine little cunts he's been in. ]
[ Her scream is a live-wire jolt thundering up his spine. She surges back against him, shameless and pliant, gorgeously lust-crippled, her skin yielding a sheen of sweat everywhere. With brutal hands, Hei grips her hips, hitching himself in deeper. Almost lazily traces and kneads the curves of her body -- ass, thighs, spine, ribs, breasts, with a map of ownership. His prick feels enormous, throbbing, filthy with lust, and the way he rides into her is relentless, hard slapping thrusts that rattle the table in a never-faltering rhythm. One hand seizes the spill of her hair, winding it tight in his fist, gripping it like reins, cowboy style, the fingers of the other hand sharp as spurs in her hips. ]
[ Her whole body seems to gulp at his, a liquid peristalsis. So fucking hot -- and he knows he isn't going to last long. But it is a ghost of a thought; he doesn't give a shit. Doesn't care if she comes or not either. If it happens: hoo fucking ray. If not: her nut, her business. ]
[ All he's interested in is the thrill of the ride. In the wicked flash of supremacy as she's forced to take him inside, that sweet yielding clench of inner-muscle. At setting a ruthless pace to make those snapping blue eyes of hers glaze over and her body go boneless and aching and helpless as a kitten being carried by the scruff. ]