SOPHIA’S POV
He wrapped his fingers around my neck and thrust into me from under.
“f**k,” he cursed, his voice guttural as he thrust in and out of me. “You take my c**k so well, Sophia. Like your p***y was meant for me.”
Despite his filthy words, his kisses on my breast and neck were gentle. It felt like we were fighting and making up at the same time.
“Are you ready to admit?” His pace slowed down and I whimpered in frustration.
I shook my head, fighting against the way his words made my chest tighten.
“Never,” I gasped, but my voice wasn’t steady.
It was soft, trembling, like my body had already chosen for me.
He smirked against my skin, the heat of his breath making my n****e ache. “Then I’ll make you scream it.”
His hand slid down between us, fingers finding my clit and
