But the pain dissolved into bliss as he held still, letting her adjust, his mouth never leaving her breasts.
He sucked harder, drawing her n****e between his teeth and tugging, the dual sensations overwhelming.
Then he started moving—slow, powerful strokes that dragged his veined length along her walls, the head bumping her cervix with each inward plunge.
Bella's groans turned throaty, her hips rising to meet him. 'Mmm, there—work that c**k like that, make my p***y sing.'
Nuel's pace built, his hips snapping with increasing force in the missionary position, her legs hooked over his elbows to fold her open wide.
His mouth ravaged her breasts relentlessly—one sucked raw and swollen, the other mauled by his hand—leaving marks that bloomed red with aggressive smacks.
'Take this hard f**k
