Archer grinned while watching Anastasia's body quiver, breath ragged, but he didn't stop; he needed to finish. His grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging into her flushed skin as he thrust deeper, each movement more intense than the last.
When he felt her love juices pouring out, it fueled his hunger, pace growing erratic as he chased his edge. Her walls pulsed around him, drawing low, primal growls from his throat, the sound vibrating through her.
''Fuck, Ana,'' he rasped. ''You feel amazing!''
She could barely hold herself upright, legs trembling, but he kept her tethered to him by holding her waist. ''AHHHHHH!''
Her screams tore through the air, raw and unrestrained, each one louder than the last as he drove her past the point of coherence. The sensation was overwhelming, her body alight thanks to the pleasure, every thrust pushing her further into a haze of ecstasy.
