Then Ross picked up the pace.
His hips began to roll, smooth and powerful, building a rhythm that quickly drove her insane.
Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, filling her, stretching her, hitting spots her husband never even came close to reaching.
Her moans turned to cries of pleasure. Her nails scraped down his back.
Her body rocked beneath him, hips lifting to meet every thrust.
Ross groaned, his voice rough with restraint. "You're so fucking tight… gripping me like you don't want to let go."
"I don't," Ella gasped. "Don't ever stop…"
He responded by slamming into her harder, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room.
The bed creaked beneath their movements, the air thick with heat and the scent of sex.
Ella's mind went blank.
All she could do was feel—his hands, his mouth, his cock, the way he filled her so completely it felt like nothing else existed outside of this moment.
She was his now.
