JACK POV
Her breath hitched, and she gasped, her entire body one rigid line of want. The heat in the space ratchets up, and a bead of sweat slides down my temple.
“J….ack,” she stutters. Her p***y clamps down on my c**k, and my balls tighten. I wrap my fingers around her throat and squeeze just hard enough for her to open her eyes. And there it is. That ever- present connection between us deepens, stretches and thrums with the kind of electricity that raises the hair on my forearms.
The muscles of my shoulders bunch, and my thighs harden. I pull out, then slam into her again. With enough force for my balls to slap against her inner thighs. Wet squelching sounds fill the space as I stuff myself inside her again and again. Every time I sink myself inside her again and again.
Everytime
