He quickens the pace until he's slamming hard into me, almost ruthlessly, both of us breathing hard, eliciting soft grunts and moans. He's gripping my waist so tightly I know it'll leave marks with passion overtaking gentleness and lust driving him further. I savor the roughness and know this is not lovemaking, this is Jake's definition of f*****g and I like it.
I cry out with every thrust. I love what he's doing, I anticipate every movement, grind back to him, encourage it to be harder. Every jolt sending a deep wave of pleasure, my body losing all control as I begin to hit that dizzying height again. I moan loudly as the tension builds, this time it's so fast and so close to the last, it threatens to tear me apart. The build-up making me pant out loud; heat, and wetness which only seems
