I Made Her Scream From Pleasure

The black bra felt too small as I adjusted it on the white sheets, waiting for the knock. When it came, I opened the door to find him there—one shadow smelling of smoke. I moved back and let him in. Hands immediately on me, mouth on my throat. Fingers pushed under my bra, rough and urgent, finding how wet I was. He knew. I ended up on my stomach, face down, ass up while he drove into me. Then on my back, legs folded near my ears, filling me completely. After he'd fucked me raw, his fingers returned, pushing deep until I squirted hard, soaking his hand and the sheets, my back arching. Later on my knees, taking him in my mouth, tasting myself. He finished across my face, warm and messy. He wiped my cheek, tender after being rough. I smiled, raw and ruined. Just us, two people who wanted each other badly.