Not when every thrust sent tremors up Lea's spine and made her cum again…and again…and again.
Ross pulled her hips back harder, driving his full length into her until her knees slid forward from the force.
Ross took her like a dog—relentless, dominant, primal—and Lea didn't care in the slightest.
She couldn't. The pleasure was too overwhelming, too constant, too addictive.
Her body surrendered to him completely, lost in nonstop orgasmic bliss that showed no signs of ending.
If anything…
Ross was fucking her like he intended to make her break apart entirely—and Lea welcomed every second of it.
And of course Ross didn't stop there. He had only just begun.
The night dissolved into a haze of skin and breath and low, animal sounds.
Hours slipped by unmarked, the way time always does when someone is being taken apart piece by piece and loving every second of it.
