She started to ride him.
But not slow.
Not sweet.
Not the way a woman moves for the man she loves.
She rode him like revenge.
Like punishment.
Like she wanted to tear the pleasure out of him with her cunt and leave him gasping for it. Her hips snapped down, hard, her ass slapping against his thighs with every grind, her soaked p***y swallowing his c**k in one brutal thrust after another.
She didn’t hold the headboard. Didn’t touch his chest.
She clawed his throat.
Dragged her nails across his skin.
Used his body like it was a f*****g throne and she was the filthy f*****g queen.
“Is this what you want?” she growled, voice ragged, t**s bouncing with every thrust. “You like when I f**k you back, huh? Like when I treat this c**k like it’s mine?”
He groaned.
Deep.
Strangled.
But
