Andrea
“How bad do you want this c**k in you?” he repeated.
“Jacob, we can’t,” I whispered. “Rachel’s upstairs.”
“She’s busy,” he murmured, his hands sliding up my thighs, spreading me wider. “You want this. Say it.”
“I want you,” I admitted, my voice barely audible. “But we have to be quiet.”
He smirked, his fingers teasing my entrance, making me tremble.
“I’ll be quiet. You’re the one who’s gonna struggle.”
He thrust into me, hard and deep, filling me in one brutal stroke. I gasped.
“f**k, you’re tight,” he groaned, his voice low, his hands gripping my hips. “So f*****g perfect.”
“Quiet,” I whispered.
He pulled back, then slammed in again, the machine creaking softly under me.
“You like this?” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. “f*****g you in her house?”
“Yes,” I gaspe
