He hissed, his body vibrating as he held his tenuous control. “Eh, s**t. You’re sucking me back in. Drawing me deep”
My body was pulling at him. Trying to tug him in further.
“f**k!” He swore. “I’m going to lose control, Vanna Rae!”
“What does that mean?”
“It means grip the blankets. Pinch me in your thighs. Do whatever you must but don’t scream or the other two will come charging in to have at you before you’re properly heated.”
Heated?
With another swear, his control splintered. He drove into me hard. His ass flexing and I arched up as he pressed at, then through my furthest entrance.
His long strokes slipping in and out, in and out. Riding into my slickness. He was pounding harder. Sinking deeper.
I opened my mouth because a scream was building. I wasn’t sure if it was
