Kayla
Damien pounded into me with a rhythm that felt borderline reckless. It was so intense
He was driving so deep into me that I felt hot tears start to prick at the corners of my eyes and spill down my cheeks, but it wasn't because I was in pain. It was actually a total sensory overload that made my entire body vibrate from head to toe.
"More," I whimpered against his mouth while I locked my legs even tighter around his waist to pull him closer to me. "Please, Damien, whatever you do, just don't stop."
In the middle of that hazy cloud of pleasure, I realized that there was friction and the skin-to-skin contact felt far too intimate and direct. He isn't wearing a condom.
I should have panicked me or made him stop immediately so we could be safe. But as he gripped my hips with his
