Andrea
He tightened the scarf around my wrists and tugged me toward the headboard, securing my there.
“You ready for this?” he murmured, his hands roaming my body.
“Yes,” I whispered, my body aching for him. “Do it.”
He flipped me onto my stomach, my ass up in the air.
“f**k, you look perfect like this,” he growled, his fingers teasing my ass.
“Jacob,” I gasped. “Be gentle.”
“No,” he countered, his voice rough. “You want it hard. Don’t lie.”
I bit my lip, my body tensing as he pressed against my ass. He pushed in, slow at first, stretching me, the burn intense.
“Fuckkk,” he groaned.
“Jacob,” I gasped, my body adjusting, the pain mixing with pleasure. “Go slow.”
He didn’t. He thrust in hard, making me cry out.
“Quiet,” he ordered, gripping my hips. “You don’t want to wake the n
