”So wet for me, Tracy,” he growled low in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. “This is what you need, not some cold merger.” His touch sent jolts through me, my hips bucking back instinctively, chasing the friction as he coated his fingers in my wetness.
Before I could catch my breath, he gripped my hips, lifting my ass higher, the gown's fabric draping over us like a forbidden veil. I felt the hard length of his c**k press against me, freed from his pants…I hadn't even heard the zipper and then he thrust forward, burying his c**k deep inside my p***y in one forceful push. The stretch burned sweetly, filling me completely, and I cried out, my nails digging into the wood of the vanity.
He started slamming into me hard and fast, each thrust driving deeper, his hips snapping against my
