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“Harder,” Abby moaned.
Loki paused midthrust, her p***y clutching his c**k tightly. “What?”
“I said, I want it harder. f**k me rougher.”
The usual placid blue ice of his eyes flared into a twin set of indigo blazes. Shaking his head, he muttered, “Fuckin’ hell.”
She’d ended up nude and tossed onto her bed minutes after stepping through the door of her apartment. Needless to say, he was in a hurry. Which she absolutely loved. Irate and impatient to f**k, Loki stripped off his cloths with a speed that left her a little dizzy and a lot aroused.
As soon as she told him to f**k her harder, he withdrew until his cockhead rimmed her entrance and slammed back in with a vicious, bone-shattering thrust, knocking the air out of her lungs. Delicious. He yanked her wrists to her sides, and hol
