"Ross!" The bed groaned under the force, and Laura's back arched as she cried out, the sensation of him filling her completely sending her spiraling further into pleasure.
Pak!
Pak!
Pak!
The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with her gasps, moans, and the rapid beat of her heart.
Laura clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he pounded into her relentlessly.
Every thrust pushed her closer to the edge, every movement making her core clench around him desperately.
Her thoughts were fragmented.
Shame and guilt fought with raw desire, but desire won every time.
She was drowning in sensation—lost to the overwhelming pleasure of him, to the heat of their bodies pressed together, to the way her pussy tightened and pulsed around him with every stroke.
Ross's hands roamed over her back, down her sides, gripping her hips and guiding her movements, pushing her further, faster.
